I be out here trying to flex like I'm wrestling
The chain got me looking like a damn projection
Shorty got an ass, Exorcist, make your head spin
Having bad thoughts, need to call me up the reverend
She make that thing pop like it's Fisher-Price
And until that ass stop, got me hypnotized
Turning up, for the night, we ain't civilized
They be dreaming about what it's like, I live the life
F*cking with the hoes, that be looking bad and boujee
She saw me in the VIP, looking at the Gucci
Never on no Cosby, I don't have no rufi
Ask if she going leave with leave me, she say absolutely
I'm dripping in the Balmain
She going turn up when my song playing
The way I like to ball, that's LeBron James
But if suckers want to talk, turn to John Wayne
Senseless, got no more stresses
Wardrobe expensive, know it ain't rented
That ass is like heaven, let's head out the exit
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
Got no more stresses, bottles and blessings
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
They know Kitster is the life of the party
Pull up that Ferrari, you know I ain't sorry
I'm Clyde in this bitch, trying to find a Bonnie
She a good girl, but at the club, she a thottie
Walking in, your boy dripping like a waterfall
Throwing money in the air, just to watch it fall
These girls popping more pills than some Tylenol
Might take a hoe to the crib, not the shopping mall
Way we get lit, shit is like we going senseless
All that liquor going straight through my solar plexus
I did a lot dirt but I ain't leave them no forensics
Only want a go getter, I don't need no codependents
Ain't no chef, but I cooked pots
Look at all these stacks, like a bookshop
Even if I made a billion, I wouldn't stop
Get more bands than at Woodstock
Senseless, got no more stresses
Wardrobe expensive, know it ain't rented
That ass is like heaven, let's head out the exit
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
Got no more stresses, bottles and blessings
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
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I be out here trying to flex like I'm wrestling
The chain got me looking like a damn projection
Shorty got an ass, Exorcist, make your head spin
Having bad thoughts, need to call me up the reverend
She make that thing pop like it's Fisher-Price
And until that ass stop, got me hypnotized
Turning up, for the night, we ain't civilized
They be dreaming about what it's like, I live the life
F*cking with the hoes, that be looking bad and boujee
She saw me in the VIP, looking at the Gucci
Never on no Cosby, I don't have no rufi
Ask if she going leave with leave me, she say absolutely
I'm dripping in the Balmain
She going turn up when my song playing
The way I like to ball, that's LeBron James
But if suckers want to talk, turn to John Wayne
Senseless, got no more stresses
Wardrobe expensive, know it ain't rented
That ass is like heaven, let's head out the exit
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
Got no more stresses, bottles and blessings
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
They know Kitster is the life of the party
Pull up that Ferrari, you know I ain't sorry
I'm Clyde in this bitch, trying to find a Bonnie
She a good girl, but at the club, she a thottie
Walking in, your boy dripping like a waterfall
Throwing money in the air, just to watch it fall
These girls popping more pills than some Tylenol
Might take a hoe to the crib, not the shopping mall
Way we get lit, shit is like we going senseless
All that liquor going straight through my solar plexus
I did a lot dirt but I ain't leave them no forensics
Only want a go getter, I don't need no codependents
Ain't no chef, but I cooked pots
Look at all these stacks, like a bookshop
Even if I made a billion, I wouldn't stop
Get more bands than at Woodstock
Senseless, got no more stresses
Wardrobe expensive, know it ain't rented
That ass is like heaven, let's head out the exit
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
Got no more stresses, bottles and blessings
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
The chain got me looking like a damn projection
Shorty got an ass, Exorcist, make your head spin
Having bad thoughts, need to call me up the reverend
She make that thing pop like it's Fisher-Price
And until that ass stop, got me hypnotized
Turning up, for the night, we ain't civilized
They be dreaming about what it's like, I live the life
F*cking with the hoes, that be looking bad and boujee
She saw me in the VIP, looking at the Gucci
Never on no Cosby, I don't have no rufi
Ask if she going leave with leave me, she say absolutely
I'm dripping in the Balmain
She going turn up when my song playing
The way I like to ball, that's LeBron James
But if suckers want to talk, turn to John Wayne
Senseless, got no more stresses
Wardrobe expensive, know it ain't rented
That ass is like heaven, let's head out the exit
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
Got no more stresses, bottles and blessings
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
They know Kitster is the life of the party
Pull up that Ferrari, you know I ain't sorry
I'm Clyde in this bitch, trying to find a Bonnie
She a good girl, but at the club, she a thottie
Walking in, your boy dripping like a waterfall
Throwing money in the air, just to watch it fall
These girls popping more pills than some Tylenol
Might take a hoe to the crib, not the shopping mall
Way we get lit, shit is like we going senseless
All that liquor going straight through my solar plexus
I did a lot dirt but I ain't leave them no forensics
Only want a go getter, I don't need no codependents
Ain't no chef, but I cooked pots
Look at all these stacks, like a bookshop
Even if I made a billion, I wouldn't stop
Get more bands than at Woodstock
Senseless, got no more stresses
Wardrobe expensive, know it ain't rented
That ass is like heaven, let's head out the exit
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
F*ck it, get senseless, f*ck it, we senseless
Got no more stresses, bottles and blessings
Wake up with headaches, and never regret it
Writer: Cole Schneider
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