What the f*ck (yeah)
I'm drunk at a party
She feeling me up
I bet she off molly
My brothers boot up
I'm looking back hardly
I prolly through up
Please only brown in my cup
Aye hol up
I'll push pac like UPS
P.S. no stress as long as Mary Jane is on my chest
Fiends itching up the block
Ima serve em wit a glock
Every time that shit hit feel a shock
Aye now tell me why you wanna get high tonight
Well bring your friend show me how you all turned Bi tonight
I let your girl touch my phone
That's why I'm caught tonight
Every girl to see my neck took a bite
Aye look
I'm swerving I pre gamed the serpent
A virgin I'm learning
She curving no worries
We'll bury ya demons
With hers and oh hers
All these woman I'll be there in hurry nigga
Hol Up Look,
The lick so strong it got me leaning
My lean so strong it got her fiending
The private room is occupied by my niggas
Throwing cash at ass
If they open up the door
I'll be making children
Villains on top of villians
We ain't killing
Trippin we top billing
I see the vision
You living well keep living
You brought me in this
The only reason that I'm trippin Nigga
I got 99 problems and your bitch is one
She keep texting me and calling
Man I must be fun
You got a problem with it solve it
I make codes for fun
Come and get ya bell rung
I break it down roll and pass around
The lonely middle child without his crown
I'm profound, I'm prolific, so gifted
Somebody broke my momma only vase
At the party so we livid nigga
What the F*ckk
Liquor and perfume is her fragrance
Gave me her number but that don't change shit
She got that white girl in her bag
Man the bitch must be trippin
If she thinking that I'm playing with the time that I'm givin
Sippin now pass the spliff and get wit it
Listen start chasing bitches and count ya riches
Flip it but never give it, these niggas trippin nigga
And on the way help the children
And she still on me, if her man get to trippin
Put the steal on him
Had that nigga looking like the red drink spilled on him
Or red wine but they can't avoid that state time
Driving down 95 my 4am flex waiting on me
All we do is get high
She work a 9-5 just to get by nigga
Man Just to get by nigga
....... Hey
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What the f*ck (yeah)
I'm drunk at a party
She feeling me up
I bet she off molly
My brothers boot up
I'm looking back hardly
I prolly through up
Please only brown in my cup
Aye hol up
I'll push pac like UPS
P.S. no stress as long as Mary Jane is on my chest
Fiends itching up the block
Ima serve em wit a glock
Every time that shit hit feel a shock
Aye now tell me why you wanna get high tonight
Well bring your friend show me how you all turned Bi tonight
I let your girl touch my phone
That's why I'm caught tonight
Every girl to see my neck took a bite
Aye look
I'm swerving I pre gamed the serpent
A virgin I'm learning
She curving no worries
We'll bury ya demons
With hers and oh hers
All these woman I'll be there in hurry nigga
Hol Up Look,
The lick so strong it got me leaning
My lean so strong it got her fiending
The private room is occupied by my niggas
Throwing cash at ass
If they open up the door
I'll be making children
Villains on top of villians
We ain't killing
Trippin we top billing
I see the vision
You living well keep living
You brought me in this
The only reason that I'm trippin Nigga
I got 99 problems and your bitch is one
She keep texting me and calling
Man I must be fun
You got a problem with it solve it
I make codes for fun
Come and get ya bell rung
I break it down roll and pass around
The lonely middle child without his crown
I'm profound, I'm prolific, so gifted
Somebody broke my momma only vase
At the party so we livid nigga
What the F*ckk
Liquor and perfume is her fragrance
Gave me her number but that don't change shit
She got that white girl in her bag
Man the bitch must be trippin
If she thinking that I'm playing with the time that I'm givin
Sippin now pass the spliff and get wit it
Listen start chasing bitches and count ya riches
Flip it but never give it, these niggas trippin nigga
And on the way help the children
And she still on me, if her man get to trippin
Put the steal on him
Had that nigga looking like the red drink spilled on him
Or red wine but they can't avoid that state time
Driving down 95 my 4am flex waiting on me
All we do is get high
She work a 9-5 just to get by nigga
Man Just to get by nigga
....... Hey
I'm drunk at a party
She feeling me up
I bet she off molly
My brothers boot up
I'm looking back hardly
I prolly through up
Please only brown in my cup
Aye hol up
I'll push pac like UPS
P.S. no stress as long as Mary Jane is on my chest
Fiends itching up the block
Ima serve em wit a glock
Every time that shit hit feel a shock
Aye now tell me why you wanna get high tonight
Well bring your friend show me how you all turned Bi tonight
I let your girl touch my phone
That's why I'm caught tonight
Every girl to see my neck took a bite
Aye look
I'm swerving I pre gamed the serpent
A virgin I'm learning
She curving no worries
We'll bury ya demons
With hers and oh hers
All these woman I'll be there in hurry nigga
Hol Up Look,
The lick so strong it got me leaning
My lean so strong it got her fiending
The private room is occupied by my niggas
Throwing cash at ass
If they open up the door
I'll be making children
Villains on top of villians
We ain't killing
Trippin we top billing
I see the vision
You living well keep living
You brought me in this
The only reason that I'm trippin Nigga
I got 99 problems and your bitch is one
She keep texting me and calling
Man I must be fun
You got a problem with it solve it
I make codes for fun
Come and get ya bell rung
I break it down roll and pass around
The lonely middle child without his crown
I'm profound, I'm prolific, so gifted
Somebody broke my momma only vase
At the party so we livid nigga
What the F*ckk
Liquor and perfume is her fragrance
Gave me her number but that don't change shit
She got that white girl in her bag
Man the bitch must be trippin
If she thinking that I'm playing with the time that I'm givin
Sippin now pass the spliff and get wit it
Listen start chasing bitches and count ya riches
Flip it but never give it, these niggas trippin nigga
And on the way help the children
And she still on me, if her man get to trippin
Put the steal on him
Had that nigga looking like the red drink spilled on him
Or red wine but they can't avoid that state time
Driving down 95 my 4am flex waiting on me
All we do is get high
She work a 9-5 just to get by nigga
Man Just to get by nigga
....... Hey
Writer: Braemere Reed
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