[Verse] East side of the Louis, that's where I was made I grew up 'round them niggas that'll put you in yo' grave Trappin', movin' work when I was in the third grade Youngest nigga in the trap, I was gettin' payed I'm still flippin' packs and countin' paper 'til this day But now I'm droppin' heat, out here workin' like a slave Smokin' gas, got me stuffed like I'm in the maze That's a new [?] of that Purple Haze I'm kinda like eBay, but I deliver the same day Fuckin' hoes after shows, yeah, I guess I got it [?] My ex bitch she me shinin', now she wish she would've stayed Baby bottles for the lean, fuck around, throw a parade I keep that 9 on me like my name [?] I feel like Deebo, I might come finesse yo' chain My bitch bad as hell, lookin' like Kim K Racin' in that Lamborghini, don't need no Uber today Got that AK in the trunk [?] eat [?] like a cheesecake Aim it at a nigga if I hear that nigga talkin' shade My niggas don't play games, we do not like arcades Got niggas that'll pull yo' card like we playin' Spades Ballin' like I'm Jeremy Lin in the old days Take a trip down to Florida just so I can surf the waves She rubbin' on my hair, she say that she like my waves I pointed at her lips, I say that I like yo' face I raced her to my room, yeah, I came in first place I scored a home run with that bitch, you only got to first base Now she-now she hit me up, talkin' 'bout she wanna chill It was only one night, you the one that needs to chill I'm runnin' out of lean, I need to get a refill This bitch really trippin', tryna tell me how she feel Who she think I am? I am not Dr. PhilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
