Isaiah Rashad, SiR - Hoarder lyrics

I dropped 6 in my big cup, big blunts
Where you been? sleep in my bitch bruh
Yeah, I drop 4 on my sister, which one?
PT get out, pay your rent uh
Yeah, you know we too cold
You know we just snowed the level
I’ll go out frozen rebels
Still a young chosen nigga, for real
Ain’t did no crime but got
Them flow to kill ‘em, for real
And I can’t smell but I been floating in ‘em
For real strap by my bedside
These bitches not finna rob me
These niggas ain’t finna blindside me
4 in the morning, no timeouts
These niggas was lost more than
My ‘mote control was
Look who you was before us
I’m thinking ‘bout popping a groove in
No timeouts (Part I I: Dope)

Are you even alive? You recording?

We was inspired from the go
Rose from the fleet snore from the cabbage
My granny made this morning
I hoard for the pleasure door to the desert
Cheers to your diet
And everybody smoking with your friends-is

When yo sack ain’t booming
They prolly fucking yo suspension
Snapback was all that, Wiz carry yo kids
Weed, hoes and pronto she follow the digit's
Like we did it on the surface though
Cause we ain’t frontin on the
Bullshit we workin for
I can’t even pinpoint it but
It look perfect though
I can’t even pinpoint it but
It look perfect though
It’s worth a Benz don’t it?
Like with that earthy tone
How could I leave you?
When you the only thing I mean to
I can’t stashing with no addict
And flirting with yo mama
Cause she looking like my twin sometimes
We was inspired from the go
Rose from the fleet snore from the cabbage
My granny made this morning
I hoard for the pleasure door to the desert
Cheers to your diet
And everybody smoking with your friends-is