"sleeve" lyrics

Yuhhh
Yuhhh
Yuh

I know what I want, but I don't know what I need
She just took yo blunt, so it's cookin' on my sleeve
I ain't even gon front, I ain't think you was gon leave
Always keep it at p, I will never beg and plead
I hit the black, then I get back in my speed
Push up on scene, niggas get anxiety
I do my dank, yeah I know they tired of me (tired of me)
I do my thang, yeah I know they tired of me (tired of me)
So get ready, for war this 'bout to be (it's 'boutta be)
I'm just like Freddy, I pop up in yo dreams
(Pop up in yo dreams)
I love my den, I spend rest up on my jeans (on my jeans)
Them niggas traded up, they wasn't really team (traded up)
The people hated on me, wishing that I fail (hated up)
I got prescriptions on me, send 'em through the mail (through the mail)
We getting to that money, nigga, shout out Bill
We getting to that money, nigga, shout out Bill
Shout out Bill
Can't you tell