Larry League - Brain Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: Larry] I got this check up on me, but I ain't got time Bought the whole Fendi store, cause I can't do no lines I got them cheap pies, call me Little Caesars I just bought her Tom Ford, and you forgot to feed her Driving in that diesel, smoking on some diesel I was flexed up, I was looking kind of evil Juugin' off the meter, I bless them folks like Peter My grandma, she don't like me cause she think that I'm a diva [Chorus: Larry] I think they happy still being on that same sh** Yung Bois f** around, and put you on the pavement Money stacking up, I prolly need a basement Kush bags they got me sleep like I was brain dead, brain dead, brain dead Kush bags they got me sleep like I was brain dead [Verse 2: Randy] Skrt off in the Jag, paper on my tag I got stripes, stripes, stripes, stripes, American Flag American woman, that b**h getting took'n Run it up like Vince Young, yeah f** boys is some rookies Choppa' sound like Chewbacca, no wookies, no wookies I ain't one to f**ing worry, it's ten thousand just to book me At your front door, Randy Fed-Ex Chickens wrapped up like burritos, like some f**ing Tex-Mex [Chorus: Larry] [Verse 3: SenseiATL] You a f**ing phony, see right through you like a window If we catch you lacking bullets make you dance like disco Had to keep it low, I can't do that sh** no mo' They tried to stunt on me, and now they stunting for my folks I can't f** with stains, so I hold the stainless steel Smoke up on that orange dope, then I f**ing peel I got that gas like a gas pump b**h we in the house just like Daft Punk