[Blimes & Gab] Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it) I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
[Gab] There's a party tonight, I think we should link up Let me know if you ridin', I'm in the Lincoln All the homies inside and we pourin' drinks up Geeked up, roll the weed up, now you're thinkin' Kisses to my bitches, niggas givin' dap People textin', askin' where the party at Ain't nobody fightin', but we cool with that Good God almighty, thank the Lord it's Friday
[Blimes] "Gangsta Party" plays as Gab walks in With Molly and Mary Jane, baby, she brought friends And if you brought ends, then you might could enjoy this My ex is in the kitchen, so I think I might avoid it And who's gon' talk to Chris? I don't wanna bother him But get ya man 'cause he's talkin' to the dog again What his problem is? He's off his lid, I bet he popped a thizz On the honest tip, shit, I might too Windy the plug, let him breeze right through Shrug when they ask how I keep so cool When my steeze got heat like miso soup
[Blimes & Gab] Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it) I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
[Blimes] We high as shit, tryna squeeze five in the Lyft Road sodas bubblin', the whole tribe in this bitch When we arrive, it is lit I know y'all got supplies, who's equipped? Watch the vibe multiply when it kicks in Either at the function like the X & Y axis Or on ya mattress like terrain on the atlas She Elvis with the pelvis, Gabby Douglas with gymnastics Make that bomb backflip like gas hit the matchstick, oh
[Gab] Okay, I think it's time to leave He passed out in a pile of leaves Her whole ass out, she don't feel that breeze? Now where the fuck is Blimes? (I think she in the back room with that dime) Bitches in the bathroom bustin' lines, that's a bump and grind Give a fuck about that, I'm smacked, it's taco time Now let's ride out, I need all the shits, I'm gon' buy it out (Where the function at?) Let's find out Pull up at the light, on the side is my kinfolk Mad drunk, passin' blunts out the window Need more, so we brought more indo Key codes to get in doors, but we in though Look, this is how we end the night Thank God it's Friday, right?
[Blimes & Gab] Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it) I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
[Gab] Feelin' it Feelin' it, it
[Blimes] Inhibitions down, middle fingers up (Way up) Inhibitions down, middle fingers up (Way up) Inhibitions down, middle fingers up (Way up) Inebriated now (Ha), let me get another cup (Let me get it)
[Blimes & Gab] Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it) I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it) Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it) I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it) I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.