LOS - Weak lyrics

rate me

Hook:

So what you talking about, what you talking about?

All that bullshit, you po-pop

I'm catching bodies in my sleep,

Killing niggas call the police!

Hundred bottles all on me

That shit so, that shit so weak!

Walk up in the club, they’re like “oh, goddamn it!"

Got a whole lot of chains and a whole lot of rings on

Just made another two milly off a deal

So I’m about to go crazy, get my fucking champagne on!

Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone

Certified platinum anything I put my name on

Pockets fat, so they showed me love, collar, fades on

Grammy-nominated from a song about the pay phones.

Stuntin', stuntin' , stuntin’, stuntin’

I’m rollin' up like it’s…

If I want it, I’m gon pay for it

I get it if I want it (want it)

My car foreign, I drop back

The roof let the sun in (sun in, sun in)

Game’s what a nigga running

Get a check then I’m coming!

Oh, fly nigga, smoke papers only

I’m a made nigga, I be with… men.

Fuck niggas, I stay away from dwag

They never played me, I never saved them!

Smoke ‘til I pass out, my eyes be all lazy

Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy

I’m like, "ten more!"

The waitress looked at me like ten-four

If you ain’t spending no ends up

Fuck you niggas up in here for?

I’m drunk, can’t drive my Benz,

High, can’t find my friends,

Damn near out my mind

Going out again, heard how much I made

Watch how much I spend (spend)!

Hook:

So what you talking about, what you talking about, uh?

All that bullshit, you po-pop

I'm catching bodies in my sleep,

Killing niggas, call the police!

Hundred bottles all on me

That shit so, that shit so weak, so weak!

Talk shit about me, then speak

That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak

We done spent your mortgage on weed!

I’m catching bodies in my sleep

Killing niggas, call the police!

You swear you balling out in these streets

That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak!

There’s a ten dollar bill and put a fly nigga on it

Yo brought Ciroc, but my nigga on it

I’m the shit, in the crib, hella bad

With a motherfucking…, two fly niggas on it, uh!

Popping tags, pockets spend…

In my custom… so smoking, I call it Wiz Khalifa!

Get your dough and throw that cheese up, man

That’s how we making pizza,

If it’s popping and I profit, I could probably make a feature

I could probably make a teacher go “oh!”

Rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love

Let me tell you about love, bitch!

I love to ball, bitch, I love to ball, bitch, I love to fall, bitch

Cause you get the trap, bitch, I love 'em all

Bet you love your bitch, bet you love 'em all

Bet you rub 'em all on the back like

She was just up in my section

Checking for niggas who really getting checks

And who really got whips in the parking lot

Like they look like the Jetsons.

I’m fresher than freshman in a Letterman

Them niggas buying the bottles

I mean, who the fuck let ‘em in?

We on the couch like Family Guy

I got a brand new Lambi with Brandy’s eyes!

Got brand design, I got that too legit to quit

I got that hammer time, I got that… mind

That mean my bitch is balling too, nigga!

You know what my bitches is calling you niggas?

They calling you bitches, calling you niggas!

Out, no top on the Coupe, call it wigging

Out, can you dig it?

Out, jump back and kiss myself!

Man, every second I miss myself

When I think about the illest niggas they say ever did it

I get inconsiderate like it is just myself

Man, I twist myself a little doobie and do me

So do me no favours, I do it like I’m doing a movie!

Hook:

So what you talking about, what you talking about, uh?

All that bullshit, you po-pop

I'm catching bodies in my sleep,

Killing niggas, call the police!

Hundred bottles all on me

That shit so, that shit so weak, so weak!

Talk shit about me, then speak

That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak

We done spent your mortgage on weed!

I’m catching bodies in my sleep

Killing niggas, call the police!

You swear you balling out in these streets

That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak!