Shame

[Hook] I got a couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O in a Ziploc They see the pockets on swole while the light hit the stones on the wristwatch Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy baby they know my name All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke - they say, bro it's a shame Boy, you know it's a shame [Verse 1] Pockets bulky like Pop-eye And I'm pimp all the hoes call me Papa Gucci, Chuck Tays, I don't fuck with no Prada Fresh off the plane and I'm smoking like High Times It's better to be a star NY - I'm copping them weed jars LA - my hoes got medical weed cards And my swag through the roof I hit the mall a boutique and tear it down See what I got on you want to wear it now Think I'mma drink on her, when she get naked Married to my money so bitch think I'm taken She keep beggin' me to creep I heard your song I can do better in my sleep All my niggas rumble, some better with the heat Better keep the peace (might wanna do that) There's ink everywhere you see And I only smoke good weed Only wear designer man If I fuck with baby girl, gotta be a 9 or 10 (swag) [Hook] [Verse 2] Last night I made a bitch forget all about her man The reason for them guts in your garbage can I roll expensive spliffs She fuckin me for free, but for you she's one expensive bitch Keep blowin up my sidekick, know I'm at the studio Another couple thousand, every time I do a show That meaning I'm really eating And everyday of my life is like the weekend (swag) I wake up to good weed and new clothes Go to sleep with more money and bad hoes One of my 3 phones buzzin through my sleep I know you heard of my name I'm buzzin all through the streets (Yeah) And I be with bosses Get your shit together nigga or count your losses And in case you ain't get the portrait I'm a make it clear: motherfucker it's star year (swag) [Outro] Yeah Man, It shouldn't be no suprise for y'all niggas Swisher sweet flickin' Chavo Chasin, Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle [Hook]