Sleeping and dreaming of what I'm about to do next
Ice on my teeth, on my wrist, on my neck
I'm kidding, I have none of that shit to flex
I'm moving in speeds that just cut up the checks
We leaning, we swerving, we out like a light
Come to your hood and we put up a fight
We doing the dash then you lose our sight
F*ck up the morning and sleep through the night
The drip is eternal now long live the outcast
We making the moves and we count up the racks, we increasing the commas, we 'bout that
The tugu was talking to me in a bitch voice, all I can say it is a loud ass
I'm here for the ones and the o's I might hit me a lick and just f*ck up the south man F*ck up the south then we out
F*ck up the south then we out
F*ck up the south then we out