This gas got me so high It feel like I'm up in the air like a parachute I'm clutching my strap while I'm riding 'cause I'm finna see the way these niggas plot on you I cut you off 'cause you crossed me You can quit calling, you done lost me You the type to throw a shot on the internet I'm the type that'll off 'em This bitch that I'm fucking, she got a big booty And we be chilling, smoking weed and shit We rolling up trees and shit Bae pulled the scrap out, she like we need the stick Yeah you right, give it here, I'm trippin' The devil tryna catch me slipping but I can't go like that Won't get no more like that, better play with your ho like that And I got three bitches, matter fact I got four bitches Man I need some more bitches I'ma turn up with Lil Terio, my circle tighter than cheerios I put a dick on the Glock and I ain't gotta reload I can just keep on shooting Blow a nigga like a flute, bless his ass, hachoo Her pussy wet, make it poop Share the bitch, alley-oop Dick in her mouth like a tooth I seen what you post on the internet If I can't get to you then you don't need me I'm feeling like Wiz, I shot out Foreign bitch in the whip doin' dropout I'm in the booth with my shirt off Bitch hit the moon with her skirt off Pick up the cash and I skrrt off Hit the gas and go poof I'm blowing kush out the roof I'm getting chewed in the coupe She poppin' pills, now she turnt Seen 12 then I turned 'cause you know I'm hotter than perms Ain't shaking hands, boy them germs Niggas snitching and they switching, I ain't tryna catch that I got some straps in my backpack And I'm tryna get me some get back My ex on the internet talking down Tryna shit on my name and shit Tryna get her some fame and shit But I'm tryna get rich and go get me a famous bitch And I'm talking 'bout a millionaire If she real put a ring on her Ain't no sucker shit, she really bust some shit She ain't with that opp shit, lil baby fuck with me I'm in traffic with a whole bomb in a trunk Got huck arm in the trunk If you run up I'ma dump, leave the boy slumped Walk up on him with the pump I don't rock shit fugazi, say I'm her favorite Now she on top like gravy I'm in traffic with the Haitians And I got drugs for the patientsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.