Текст пісні Pregame - Tokes

Pregame

This the pregame we ain’t started yet
No reason to believe that we ain’t goin' up to cash cheques
A hunter in the wild no I’m not sittin' at a damn desk
But even when he try I’m relaxing like he my armrest
I’m chewin' on my steak while he be chewin' on some microwaved noodles
White vans on him not even forces prancing round like a poodle
These bitches all b lookin similar but still look unusual
Don’t need no rest this just the start I said I don’t need no reful
Bitch hold up what u doin'
Huh hold up camera shootin'
Huh hold up browns n' blues n'
(We) we roll up smoke we brewin'
Lookin' up the opps be viewing
Every time we drop we wooing
All this pussy get to chewin'
No more stress we out n coolin'
Slide out the back i bust a couple drifts
Die for them racks can’t run a couple hits
When i be flyin in jets you still gon be on this
Runnin up the same checks
While im movin out the west
Night time drivin' no one hidin'
In my town don’t come from violence
Music guiding we all riding
For my family im providing
Coinciding overriding
But you still gon' undermine it
Now you back from mishap
And still think you a diamond
Bitch lookin' so blue
When I say no to the stu
I ain’t gon fill my collection with all this shit that you do
Im tryna whip in the coupe
Maybe sip one or two
Can’t remember what I did but I still get rid of you
Bitch hold up a sec
You say you ride with a tec
But all I see is some plastic don’t try to act like you that
Pull up knock off your cap
Don’t need no weapon for that
I know some people who do it just for the feelin' they get
You say you ride with a gang
Brag bout the dope that you slang
Yet you the only one thats talkin' you a dog with no fangs
Alaunt the one that you blame
I keep on catchin' my name
Get my dick up out your mouth you stay with those lames
I said I light up the page like a highlighter
I’m puttin' out that shit you call flames like I’m a firefighter
She gonna get with you cause she thinks that you won’t lie to her
She found out all your rap was cap turns out you lied to her
Imma mumble on the beat like I’m lazy
Still I’m makin' more heat like im Jay-Z
Think I found the right one bitches crazy
But it won’t fuck with my head it won’t phase me