[Verse 1] She woop with them bags, full of them bands High on alert, I'm high as a kite Hoes on the couch, my niggas faded This shit is crazy, I'm bout to set off in this bitch Hollywood hills, the money is real Coke in your nose, table of blow Take her garage, no where to park Ratchet bitches love to walk Fine ratchet bitches, tall like [?] Gucci slippers, [?[ they wear pad We fuck get high like Lenny and Yoko Ono Will I remember tommorow, that's something I don't know
[Hook] Smoked out, dabbed out, all my homies passed out (x3) Smoked out, leaned out, living with them [?] I'm on the [?] slumped up I'm on the [?] throwing up I'm on the [?] all these bitches I'm on the [?] smoked out
[Verse 2] 20 racks, blowing bands First class, big planes Fly ho, from Instagram What you know, been a fan You all in the gram, you blowing it up I came in her mouth, I'm throwing it out What did you think, I've worked 20 mill Hollywood hills, the money is real Xanax and liquor all in my system [?] All of my niggas is dabbed out bout to shut this shit down Fire alarm, the neighbors is hating, the neighbors is hating I offered her liquor, she offered me shrooms I'm fucked
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