Alot - Weiland

'Tussin in my cup, yeah, I’mma OD

Yeah, I know he mad 'cause his pockets on E

Always chasin' bands, yeah, my pockets on glee

Bro he got them guns, yeah, what you tryna see

Always hit my phone, askin', «when you wanna link?»

Dressed up in that Moncler, yeah, I love to flex

We can have a war, yeah, who you tryna test

Used to get the packs in from way out west

She fuckin' with a real one, she know that I’m the best

I got knots up in these Balmain jeans

I love the Rick but this Raf so clean

Diamonds VVS and they always gleam

Love the money, yeah, fell in love with the green

Put that bitch in Louis, turn her to my queen

Love to fuck, yeah, had to quit the lean

In the club and I’m rollin' off an E

Heard that he a juug, yeah, I’mma run it up

Hop out at the scene, yeah, we gon' shoot it up

Heard he talkin' shit, yeah, his bitch wanna fuck

I’mma grab the .40, yeah, bitch you better duck

In love with the drugs, yeah, poison in my cup

Heard you wanna link, yeah, bitch you out of luck

Put you in that jam, yeah, you can get stuck

Music doin' numbers, yeah, I’mma blow it up

Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot

I just hit a juug, yeah, I do that a lot

Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot

Chasin' after checks, yeah, can’t chase no thot

Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot

I just hit a juug, yeah, I do that a lot

Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot

Chasin' after checks, yeah, can’t chase a thot