Daark - Rapper Weed (feat. BRISTACKZ & tommy electra) Lyrics

Imma go to Saks
Spend all of my racks
I don't give a f*ck
Cause I always I get them back
I ain't stressing bout no nigga
Cause they always running back
Yeah, plug gon need a sack like I'm a running back
She say, "STACKZ, where you get your shoes?"
That bitch wanna match
Yeah I'm always in that Niem
No, this not no Nordstrom Rack
I got red and green beams
And this AR automatic (yes)
If you want some static, it can get really tragic
Now your brother in a casket cause this glizzy automatic
I don't f*ck with broke bitches cause they know I'm really havoc
Yeah I f*ck with yerkocets, it's a really bad habit
Yeah, going out of state I got these bitches shaking ass
If I pop a 30, I forget about my past
My sugar daddy spoil me, he lets me get this and that
And that Marc Jacobs tote bag
And those Balenciaga tracks
Yeah, he gets my nails done
And 40 inches to my ass
Whoa
Ay
Whoa
Whoa
Go, go, go
My shoes oxblood, they say, "Made in Italy"
I'm in the June foxglove and the jade is hitting me
Went from moon rock spuds to the standard infantry
I'm in the the gloom, flocked doves make a land of infamy
What's that?
Stut-stutter when I step
I get under cover when I butter up the West (yes)
I feel like an author, daughters knows I do it best (yes)
I've been like a doctor serving water to the guests (yeah)
Hungry for the cheddar and lettuce and the munyon
I can do it better, smell the spenders like some onions
Buddy said he's stepping but he's getting all these bunions
Running out on empty, keep it steady when the sun's down
Marijuana I'm a smokestack, that's a bad habit
Cherry bubba in my strapback, like a white rabbit
Mary wanna smoke the rap pack, but she can't have it
Why'd they even let you hold that?
Not on my planet
Why'd you even try to take a hit?
This is rapper weed
Why'd you even light it to your lips?
I might slap a knee
Why'd you even try to take it in?
That's a lot of tree
Why'd you even ask me where it is?
Keep it all on me (yes)!