Comfortable

I ain't felt nothin', yeah
Took one back to the head
Woke up my friend back to the dead
Back to the front and back to the jail

Yeah, yeah, say what? He never fold no trendy
Baby, hit me like tendy
You get jumped by the family
Bro got done, yeah, he down (wait)

Oh, hair shot for a brim (grrt)
Tracks like the hoe he ran
He-he came back, next shit was Sam
You don't want pain, you just a lil' fam
Yeah, I can't blame her 'cause she a tam

Shots, shots to her face, shot into the head
Broke sticks in hand, it been a fail
Bitch, don't mess with me, I'm tryna share your sticks
I know that shit was unfair
That shit was unfair
How we move? Your niggas lookin' paranoid
Headshot, arm shot, they lookin' serious
Headshot, arm shot, splatted from the bun
Hell yeah, that boy got hit in the permanent
Ice cream cake smeared all over my face, hell yeah, didn't know that
Smell like I farted
I was just makin' lil' tunes
I ain't never think that I was gon' go charted
I'm just B.O.T.
When I write things, I feel like it's more important
I forget everything
I forget everything, my mic a lil' storage

(Yeah)

And they got too comfortable, I'm sure
And I'm sure that was unprovoked
And they got too comfortable
Damn sure that was unprovoked
Lock on the knife, then give 'em strokes
I smoke that gas, that leave you toast
I got a bag, don't mean to boast
You don't get no bands, that shit for sure
Don't take her out, you cheap, lil' bro
Look how I still cheese on my ho
He's a co-head, shit, something like that, man
Crash, crash, nigga, run it, that's semi
Just max wax, where I get all my bills?
My chest fat like Buddha, my brother
My body that fatty, you catch me, y'all fannin'
I should come spankin' her, her face so I had none
And she said she jackin' me, that bitch a tenor
She livin' real free in my head like a tenor
Yeah, I got that ball, yeah, just like a Benne
I got that ball, yeah, just like a Benne
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, she brought me some Henne
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, but why I can't hug her?
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, but why I can't love her?
If she gettin' mad, that's why I can't suck her
'Cause I got a track mind, he from a plug town
Look, one of these niggas run up, tryna cut somethin'
I'ma fuckin' cut somethin'
And they got too comfortable
Comfortable
Com-com-com-comfortable

And they got too comfortable
Yeah, them socks was unproof
I come up nice and give a stroke
I smoke that gas, it leave you roasted

I'ma smoke that gas, it leave you toasted
I'ma smoke that gas, it leave you roasted
I'ma smoke that gas, it leave you toasted
It leave you toasted, it leave you, it leave you

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm