Half Sleep

(Is Wes still there?)

(Get off, Juno)

Yeah, I can turn a bitch swag up, give a nigga street cred

Movin' on up, the penthouse got a keypad

Some niggas don't, but some other niggas need rap

You can tell the jeans cap when you seen the patch

You see me, now you don't, movin' like a ghost

You can see the LV print walkin' through the snow

Forever number two, can't love you like me dough

Grab the pistol, walk him out, make sure you lock my door

I was late to class, but I still pass

Skipped college, richer than my teacher, damn, I feel bed

Fell back, fuck friends, I'd rather let these M's stack

Real stats, press button, on the Double-R, the roof peel back

The right place, the right time, they all gon' fuck

Coincidental, I'm on Brickel, in a new machine

Ain't tint the window it ain't nobody, I'm tryna duck

Watch niggas turn to male groupies when they it come to lean

I had a dream 'bout a award, walkin' across the stage

Finally made it to the top, but it was only me

I remember buyin' beans, goin' down the way

Strapped my nuts and had "Trap or Die" on repeat

Go on YouTube and type Veeze highlights

I'm number one in the country on the red pints

If we was opps, me and your ass a be on thin ice

What you sippin' love and hate? That's a thin line

Fuck a baby bottle, pour up 'til my lips dry

I got hoes in every state, I ain't flyin' you out

Niggas say they want a feature, ain't got the right amount

Wasn't 'posed to sleep with the ho, but I nodded off

Rich cost, take your arm and your leg off

Never too much for the drank, Luther Vandross

I'ma have to start, smokin' crack, just spend it all

Wantin' to be romantic, bitch, let's fuck in a bank vault

You the type to bite a nigga ankle, I'm a big dawg

I'll sell to J's 'til they come back with a crooked jaw

Last name, Worst, I'ma fuck you, then ignore your call

Dog broke, you only got one outfit like the Chucky doll

We total opposite, you got zero pockets full

I'll take a bitch to the movie, before I buy the pussy

Nigga, gotta show that bank card before we get into it

You would think my name is Travis Scott, how they want my shoes

Broke hoe, I get the booy, me, I need a parachute

You know I got the juice, you throw a nigga off the roof

Caught a lame nigga, threw my young boys alley-oop

You can peep the Louis Murakami when I'm passin' through

If I had her you can have her too, 'cause I got a few

Hold on to the money, black jew like my nigga Fu

If hatin' was crime, it'd be a million niggas on the loose

Hop out in the hood, blick attached, got too much to lose