Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Smoking dope, I'm so high touch the ceiling
Gotta five on my side come up wimme
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
(Uh-huh)
Yea
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
They ain't trust in the kid but I did it
Balenci boots I'm walkin fitted
Gotta bitch in the burbs she act silly
Pop a perk but I don't feel no different
Ion f*ck with her Ima admit it
Catch a flight we pull up to your city
Wanna feature wimme pay like fifty
We go shopping she wanna get Fenti
Ya feel me
(Uh-huh)
I get fly like a bat and you know that
Gotta bitch in the back tell her throw that
And I'm rocking all black feel like Kodak
The way I f*ck her I make her eyes roll back
I'm wit twin and we smoking the whole pack
Im just sitting and watching my cash
Spend it all in one night watch it grow back
Said he had the racky's what happened to that?
I'm speeding with tracks on my feet
My bitch like when I make that heat
Get that money, designer, repeat
These little niggas don't do nun but tweet
Yuh
Pull up to the party with my f*cking fleet
Niggas talking hotty, hit him arp
These niggas ain't f*ckin with me
Pop a f*ckin molly I don't feel like me
Fly her down to miami fly her down to the East
And I'm fryin on these f*cking beats
Play it back if you need the receipts
I've been fried for the whole f*ckin week
My neck wet like an ocean, a reef
Yuh, Ya feel me, hmm, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, woah, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, huh, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, yuh, Ya feel me, uh huh
Smoking dope, I'm so high touch the ceiling
Gotta five on my side come up wimme
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
(Uh-huh)
Yea
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
They ain't trust in the kid but I did it
Balenci boots I'm walkin fitted
Gotta bitch in the burbs she act silly
Pop a perk but I don't feel no different
Ion f*ck with her Ima admit it
Catch a flight we pull up to your city
Wanna feature wimme pay like fifty
Yes I get up and Yes I go get it
We go shopping she wanna get Fenti
Ya feel me
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Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Smoking dope, I'm so high touch the ceiling
Gotta five on my side come up wimme
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
(Uh-huh)
Yea
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
They ain't trust in the kid but I did it
Balenci boots I'm walkin fitted
Gotta bitch in the burbs she act silly
Pop a perk but I don't feel no different
Ion f*ck with her Ima admit it
Catch a flight we pull up to your city
Wanna feature wimme pay like fifty
We go shopping she wanna get Fenti
Ya feel me
(Uh-huh)
I get fly like a bat and you know that
Gotta bitch in the back tell her throw that
And I'm rocking all black feel like Kodak
The way I f*ck her I make her eyes roll back
I'm wit twin and we smoking the whole pack
Im just sitting and watching my cash
Spend it all in one night watch it grow back
Said he had the racky's what happened to that?
I'm speeding with tracks on my feet
My bitch like when I make that heat
Get that money, designer, repeat
These little niggas don't do nun but tweet
Yuh
Pull up to the party with my f*cking fleet
Niggas talking hotty, hit him arp
These niggas ain't f*ckin with me
Pop a f*ckin molly I don't feel like me
Fly her down to miami fly her down to the East
And I'm fryin on these f*cking beats
Play it back if you need the receipts
I've been fried for the whole f*ckin week
My neck wet like an ocean, a reef
Yuh, Ya feel me, hmm, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, woah, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, huh, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, yuh, Ya feel me, uh huh
Smoking dope, I'm so high touch the ceiling
Gotta five on my side come up wimme
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
(Uh-huh)
Yea
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
They ain't trust in the kid but I did it
Balenci boots I'm walkin fitted
Gotta bitch in the burbs she act silly
Pop a perk but I don't feel no different
Ion f*ck with her Ima admit it
Catch a flight we pull up to your city
Wanna feature wimme pay like fifty
Yes I get up and Yes I go get it
We go shopping she wanna get Fenti
Ya feel me
Smoking dope, I'm so high touch the ceiling
Gotta five on my side come up wimme
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
(Uh-huh)
Yea
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
They ain't trust in the kid but I did it
Balenci boots I'm walkin fitted
Gotta bitch in the burbs she act silly
Pop a perk but I don't feel no different
Ion f*ck with her Ima admit it
Catch a flight we pull up to your city
Wanna feature wimme pay like fifty
We go shopping she wanna get Fenti
Ya feel me
(Uh-huh)
I get fly like a bat and you know that
Gotta bitch in the back tell her throw that
And I'm rocking all black feel like Kodak
The way I f*ck her I make her eyes roll back
I'm wit twin and we smoking the whole pack
Im just sitting and watching my cash
Spend it all in one night watch it grow back
Said he had the racky's what happened to that?
I'm speeding with tracks on my feet
My bitch like when I make that heat
Get that money, designer, repeat
These little niggas don't do nun but tweet
Yuh
Pull up to the party with my f*cking fleet
Niggas talking hotty, hit him arp
These niggas ain't f*ckin with me
Pop a f*ckin molly I don't feel like me
Fly her down to miami fly her down to the East
And I'm fryin on these f*cking beats
Play it back if you need the receipts
I've been fried for the whole f*ckin week
My neck wet like an ocean, a reef
Yuh, Ya feel me, hmm, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, woah, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, huh, Ya feel me, uh huh, Ya feel me, yuh, Ya feel me, uh huh
Smoking dope, I'm so high touch the ceiling
Gotta five on my side come up wimme
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
(Uh-huh)
Yea
And my bitch love my sound know she with it
They ain't trust in the kid but I did it
Balenci boots I'm walkin fitted
Gotta bitch in the burbs she act silly
Pop a perk but I don't feel no different
Ion f*ck with her Ima admit it
Catch a flight we pull up to your city
Wanna feature wimme pay like fifty
Yes I get up and Yes I go get it
We go shopping she wanna get Fenti
Ya feel me
Writer: Thad Liddell
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