Chuck Inglish - Script lyrics

Blackout Boyz, we don't overdose we just die And I ain't thinking 'bout sh**, baby I'm just fried Heard you saying you wavy, you ain't on this tide Sorry dog for being that n***a, you still ain't this guy I done woke up, two b**hes in my bed Three times in the past four weeks I had five grams of shrooms, six grams of weed The bag weighed out to seven cause I had a lil bubble hashish What I remember at least, cause it's kinda fuzzy Friends is acting kinda funny, couple more b**hes want me It's all about the money, young rapping druggy Continue [?] Stay with some model, she [?] just like I'm in a go Cause [?], kinky hoes is all I seem to care 'bout Old n***as hating on young n***as, forgetting it what I hear about [?], kinky hoes is all I seem to care 'bout Old n***as hating on young n***as, forgetting it what I hear about My V.I.C.E.S, yeah I love 'em Lost my train of thought and I found it in this cup Said "f** college, cut the pro tools on and roll a blunt" I'm tryna go gold like my n***a Twelvyy fronts I need a couple million, twenty feet up on the ceiling And a whip that's real appealing too Yeah, go and tell 'em who you feeling boo D-A-DOLLA-SIGN from the H'z crew Yeah so