PhoenixSays - Gross lyrics

Verse 1 Young n***a Did it like he Jay Bagged me bad tender Looking like She Bey Feeling like a million and some change But on the real I'm billions miles away Speaking of real What's up with guys I don't see a lot of us Those eyes Acquaintances many Friends little to none So f** chasing my Henny I dowse the pain with the sting from rum I wish I was high right now But all I got is disconnect notice I ain't copped in a week You know nix connect notices So much envy I love it tho But n***as don't test me This gun hill road Hook I need a bottle Bottle Bottle Bottle Bottle To listen to this bullsh** rap n***as so Gross Ewww Look at those flows A n***a go stupid dope n***as so so n***as dint k** it nope n***as won't blow n***aas so n***as so n***as so Gross Verse 2 Couple beers & that purple Ain't no squares in my circle Too much hate in their pours n***as hating like chores Here's some jealousy It may just be yours n***as all in they feelings I can't take it no more Oh They balling Top billing? How's the hood ? Save you poor You basic for sure What wouldn't you do for a couple bands n***as Living broke Dying to be rich But sh** I understand n***as lying on they dick But if I said I never spent more than I should all cause I had my eye on a b**h I didn't ...they did You need you some Jesus Go pray to The Lord Or go lie in a ditch Stay there & snore I hop u get 2 PAC shakure'd n***as scared of themselves But that's childish & I'm quite grown Where ya heart @ n***as lost Trynna Find home I can't f** with a lot of y'all What you gon do When the price of that dollar fall Anti social Not at all Just Anti you b**h n***as make my head hurt I need some Tylenol Yo shout out TS My n***as you paved it & shout out to BX n***a we made it Shout out to queens ridge Tboa and A pinks Now shout to Brooklyn Nello & Frigga My n***as let's make hits I take it easy in these beats Dem rappers going hard for that trash It's looking like we be on the beach Yams n***a Leave me on repeat How a n***a so hot in the south And he be on the East I done bodied n***as a long time No love for them I had to make the song cry So much repetition from n***as A n***as getting sick of them n***as I hope life imitates art & Someone catch a lick on these n***as Strong words All facts tho These songs turds These wack flows The God birthed you a**hole This throne is getting comfortable When you on top n***as come for you Is that so? I can see it they got eyes on me But if momma could see me now I mean the grind homie She'd be really proud Soundk**ers We put the pain in out hits Look the catalog How could have one man Painted all this A n***a need adderall Or I'm a end up pausing they sh** I mean all of they sh** These n***as so gross I don't f** with em So it's f** em them