Sweepstakes - Monday Night

Tryna get this shit right, man

(Scheme, nigga)

Uh, ayo

I ain’t gon lie, I dotted my I’s, cross my T’s late

Red eyes, I sleep late, got dead eyes

Yo deadass, I hope you sleep great while I scheme for the sweepstakes

I hope you keep safe

It seems fake, hol' up

Yo, please wait wassup, yo, pay attention

Niggas’ll brush they teeth late, playa, listen, you ain’t missing nothing

Threw a bag at her and you ain’t hit or nothing

You mad at her, nigga all up her ass, she couldn’t shit or nothing

How it’s 5 of y’all and 6 niggas fronting, I’m tired of y’all

How it’s 5 of y’all and 6 niggas running popped it off

Shit can’t drop it off, the mix feeling funny, not at all (shit)

Niggas, throwin shots, bricks hitting nuffin

You niggas bluffin, uh

Shit, I been thuggin since a youngin, nigga

And now it’s run-ins with the Russians, yeah

Holly who I’m fuckin, uh

Got in this shit a couple years ago

I got with niggas who paved the way and cleared the road

Eyes closed, I make it home

To check my phone, you on the way, you can’t be long

I’m on a chase for the guap cheese

Taste like a chop cheese taste, filet mignon

We swap trees, it be a waste

I’m in the streets all camo like A Bathing Ape

I’m in the streets all flannels like I’m saving grace

Hate to say it, dinner with candles, had to say my grace (Thank you Lord)

I hate to pay the hate attention when it’s in my face, hate to listen

Pools and bitches at a later place in time

My niggas in the stu don’t pay for time, nigga

Shit, ayo

All my niggas is in the newspaper time, nigga