Where you at homes
I think I'm too high
Glock with a knife I look like Michael Myers (Aye)
Yeah, glock with a knife I look like Michael Myers
Said you was gone ride, why would you lie
I can tell you ain't real, I can see in your eyes
Pretty little demon, I can see the disguise
I hit 2, and I'm up in the sky
I'ma get rich or I'ma die trying
On that bullshit got me feeling like Mike
I don't flip bricks, but I'm upping the price
I'ma misfit, but fits fit alright
She a bad bitch, she bust down with no ice
Thought she ain't a freak 'til I turned off the lights
Some days I feel down but I don't pour up Sprite
I rather puff on this OG, man I'll be alright
If you moving left, then you better get right
Poured up a deuce and I take flight
Feel like Bobby Boo-Shay, now she wanna bite
They used to laugh at me but no I ain't fight
How you my mans and we ain't even tight
Feeling like Santa, I dash through the night
Pull on her hair, I hope she don't got lice
I'll take a risk for you, I don't think twice
Gamble my love for you, I roll the dice
We go together like Mike and them Ike's
We go together like Mike and them Ike's
You sipping green like you Mike Wazowski
If he spin his block I'ma pay him in bounty
Stay 10 toes, do the time like Rowdy
Call an and one before for the play, 'cause I know they gone foul me
I'm rocking 3's, they moco ain't talking the county
Shout out PG, used to stay with my cousin in Townly
Used to stay under the radar but I think I found me