$uicideboy$, Black Smurf - Who's Pills Are These? (What Bag Were They In?) lyrics

I'm tired, I'm tired, been blowin' on fire
I should get some sleep
'cause tomorrow we drivin'
Ruby da Pilot been pulled over twice
And I still flick the lighter
I'm tryna get higher
Fuck 5-0, bitch, tryna reach 5 and 0
They fucking with my hustle, man
They tryna fuck my title
Driving to Cali, driving to Brooklyn
Driving to Texas
What's going to be next for us?
Prolly the prison, we tend not to listen
Making more money
One show then they do in a week
Yeah, they even admitted it
Splittin' and stuffin'
I say "fuck the cuffing"
Smokin' and driving got me into
Trouble a couple of times
But I still keep on puffin'

Flexin' in Lil' Mexico, smokin' on the Texaco
I will never save a hoe
Never rat and that's fo' sho'
Data on, I never roam
Always creepin' close to home
Xanax bars or methadone
Local rappers on my phone
Fuck you mean? I'm Grey for life
Opium inside my pipe, if dying's wrong
I'm never right couple bitches on some ice
They treat me like I'm Eazy E
Yung Christ, no Galilee
I am such a rarity, hangin' from a Rosary

Talk that shit on up
Nigga that where you fucked up
Try Trick or Treatin' on my head
Don’t make me get to tuffed up (run up)
Reppin' FOD? man Anywhere no
Matter where I go (squad)
Take the cash out my hand boy you
Gon' need to hold for us
To fuck with me my life Skywalker so don’t
Dreamin' money hoes and hoes
Talking ‘bout Hustle fear off the muscle
Aim and bust
You playing with a nigga’s hustle can’t fail
Life is a Hustle