Half Sleep

Is Wes still there?

-Yeah, opportunity.

-Yeah, I could turn a bitch swag up, give a nigga street cred Movin' on up, the penthouse got a keypad Some niggas dumb, but some other niggas need rep You can tell the jeans cap when you seen the patch

You see me now, you dumb, movin' like a ghost You can see the LV print walkin' through the snow

Forever number two, can't let you love my dough Grab the pistol, walk your mom, make sure you lock my door I was late to class, but I still passed Skipped college, richer than my teacher, damn, I feel bad Fell back, fuck friends, I'd rather let these M's stack Real stats, press a button on the double R, the roof peel back The right place, the right time, they all gon' fuck Coincidental, I'm on Brickell in a new machine They tint the window, it ain't nobody I'm tryna duck Watch niggas turn to male groupies when it come to lean I had a dream 'bout a award, walk across the stage Finally made it to the top, but it was only me I remember buyin' beans, goin' down the way Strap my nuts and had Trap or Die on repeat Go on YouTube and type

V's highlight I'm number one in the country on the red pipe If we was opps, me and your ass be on thin ice 'Fore she sleep, we livin' hate, that's a thin line

Fuck a baby bottle, pour it 'til my lips dry I got hoes 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 Bridge cost, take your arm and your leg off Never too much for the drink, let the Van drop I'ma have to start smokin' crack just to spend it all Wanna be romantic, bitch, like fuck in the bank vault You the type to buy a nigga ankle, I'm a big dog I'll sell the chains 'til they come back with a crooked jaw Last name worse than my fuck, you don't even know your car Dog broke, he only got one outfit like the Chuck E.

dog We the total opposite, you got zero pockets full I'll take a bitch to the movies 'fore I buy the pussy Nigga gotta show they bank card before we get into it You would think my name is Travis

Scott how they want my shoes Brickell get the boot, me, I need a parachute You know

I got the juice, you throw a nigga off the roof Why the lame nigga do my young boys alley-oop?

You can peep the Louis, marry, call me 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 Foo If hatin' was a crime, it'd be a million niggas on the loose Hop out in the hood, blick attached, got too much to lose