"Sober People" lyrics
Uh, this that coked up music, I'm talkin' 'bout
Soul Train, Cracker Train, fuck you talkin' 'bout, come here
(Huh-uh-uh, yeah)
(Huh-uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't need to love my life until you walked up in
Don't listen to everybody, they got they own opinion
Yellow diamonds on my wrist just like that ho was peein'
The way she creamin' on this mountain, I think this lil' ho skiin'
Get in her mouth, then I flipped on this ho over easy
They ain't wanna listen when I'm preachin', so I'm overspeakin'
My brother locked up far away, that's why I'm overreachin'
High as hell, why I don't get along with sober people
Haha, come on, huh, yeah, huh
Booted up, booted up off too pills, bitch, I'm way too geeked
Huh, the lil' shit can't take this, she say my shit feel like two meats
I'm in a K with a blick, I catch lil' Ray, I'ma spray at her teeth
Back in that mode, demons on my back, ain't pray in a week
You ain't a killer, you ain't a bully, you like to prey on the weak
Glock'll do you like your auntie, give you a kiss on the cheek
Huh, took the wrong pill, feel like I've been sick for a week
Huh-huh, said, "I love you," I was lyin'
All that shit I told you, turned around and dropped the dime
Play with me one time, you can't double back now
All these hoes played, bitch, when I was back down
Huh, all these hoes played, bitch, when I was down bad
Now I got that sack, bitch, the quarterback down
You ain't feel no five P's in one-pound bag
This shit ain't no gas, I got basil and glass
Hmm, get groovy
Huh-huh-huh-huh, I don't smoke no Toosie
Haha, smokin' 3.5 with two G's
Unky fucked up in the head, he put a crack in the looseleaf (Haha, let's do it)
Bae, we can go make a movie
Cameras all up and through the crib, think I'm workin' at Tubi
I just spent three rounds on two pills of pure bullshit
If I pop another pill, bitch, I'm finna lose it
Don't be actin' clueless, bitch, no, you ain't stupid
We hopped out that Lamb' so many times, we can't even move with it
That ho pussy way too good, had me out in two minutes
Better use both of your hands when you eat your food with it
I'm still with my old hoes, I don't like meetin' new women
Castos all out on the porch like the foofinnin'
Comin' down off a X pill, now my mood finished
Everybody geeked, bitch, me, three, and two glitchin'
Soul Train, Cracker Train, fuck you talkin' 'bout, come here
(Huh-uh-uh, yeah)
(Huh-uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't need to love my life until you walked up in
Don't listen to everybody, they got they own opinion
Yellow diamonds on my wrist just like that ho was peein'
The way she creamin' on this mountain, I think this lil' ho skiin'
Get in her mouth, then I flipped on this ho over easy
They ain't wanna listen when I'm preachin', so I'm overspeakin'
My brother locked up far away, that's why I'm overreachin'
High as hell, why I don't get along with sober people
Haha, come on, huh, yeah, huh
Booted up, booted up off too pills, bitch, I'm way too geeked
Huh, the lil' shit can't take this, she say my shit feel like two meats
I'm in a K with a blick, I catch lil' Ray, I'ma spray at her teeth
Back in that mode, demons on my back, ain't pray in a week
You ain't a killer, you ain't a bully, you like to prey on the weak
Glock'll do you like your auntie, give you a kiss on the cheek
Huh, took the wrong pill, feel like I've been sick for a week
Huh-huh, said, "I love you," I was lyin'
All that shit I told you, turned around and dropped the dime
Play with me one time, you can't double back now
All these hoes played, bitch, when I was back down
Huh, all these hoes played, bitch, when I was down bad
Now I got that sack, bitch, the quarterback down
You ain't feel no five P's in one-pound bag
This shit ain't no gas, I got basil and glass
Hmm, get groovy
Huh-huh-huh-huh, I don't smoke no Toosie
Haha, smokin' 3.5 with two G's
Unky fucked up in the head, he put a crack in the looseleaf (Haha, let's do it)
Bae, we can go make a movie
Cameras all up and through the crib, think I'm workin' at Tubi
I just spent three rounds on two pills of pure bullshit
If I pop another pill, bitch, I'm finna lose it
Don't be actin' clueless, bitch, no, you ain't stupid
We hopped out that Lamb' so many times, we can't even move with it
That ho pussy way too good, had me out in two minutes
Better use both of your hands when you eat your food with it
I'm still with my old hoes, I don't like meetin' new women
Castos all out on the porch like the foofinnin'
Comin' down off a X pill, now my mood finished
Everybody geeked, bitch, me, three, and two glitchin'
Writer(s): Miles Spiel
