AJ Tracey - LA4AWEEK2 Lyrics

(Don't take this personally but)
(It sounds like Nyge)
Check, yeah

I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old tings, but it's over
I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with a soldier
With a Trey Deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or a older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old tings, but it's over
I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with a soldier
With a Trey Deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or a older
Put you on a shirt or a folder

Cappin' with top (yeah), cappin' with jeans (uh)
Chrome on my face (bling), ice on my sleeve (blaow)
Countin' me out (why?), now they believe (uh)
Man I'm too hot, I wanna leave (uh)
I'm off Azul, turnin' me up (up)
Gimme the ice, double my cup (where?)
They wanna smoke (smoke)
I called the gang (who?)
Grabbed on the scope
Tell 'em to duck (brrt)
Money and bunches
Cash too fit, no lunges (bling)
Here's where the funds is, grands and hundreds
I've been on the grind like grundgers
Stepped on a pack, repeat, repeat
'Til the bottom of the stills got bunions (brr, brr)
Weighin' up onions, t-house pungent
Straight outta London dungeons (pee-ew)

I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old tings, but it's over
I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with a soldier
With a Trey Deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or a older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old tings, but it's over
I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover (yeah, yeah)
On a tour bus with a soldier
With a Trey Deuce in the holder (uh)
Never had a boss or a older (look)
Put you on a shirt or a folder

Was supposed to be in LA for a week
But it turned to a few more (I'm stayin' longer)
These hoes keep multiplyin'
One to two and then two-two's four (addin' up)
Used to wear the same kicks
Now my closet like a shoe store (I can't have enough)
Whatever you do, lil' nigga
Just know I could do more (I already done)
I pull up, call it fashion scenes
Bad bitch, that's attached to me (ha)
H copped the Range and he matte it green
Walk in hell, we just throwin' p's (uh)
Amnes loud and it's potent G
Rollin' scores on my nigga D (what?)
If you hate on the MTP (who?), I just SMH and then KMT

I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old tings, but it's over
I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with a soldier
With a Trey Deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or a older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old tings, but it's over
I got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with a soldier
With a Trey Deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or a older
Put you on a shirt or a folder

I love the snow
But the punch is more appealin'
This is Sloany, where you at?
Been in LA, here for a minute (minute)
On God, f*ck an image, if I wear it then I feel it
If you tryna do me dirty, then watch me get silly (silly)
On God, I need like ten point five to feel freedom
Send the word just like the block
My passport doin' ballerina
Gotta get Eastwood on the call 'cause I gotta pattern me up
Back in this bitch, here with the dawgs
One for my list of gallerias, on God