I keep a pound in the trunk
Come around when I'm drunk
Something clear in my cup
Crash the Kia for fun
Cleopatra my bitch
I feel better when I'm lit
Wrap it up like a mummy
But this dutch getting split
Way over my head lately
She said that this cash changed me
Kick it with my dogs they got rabies
Blowing up my phone calling me baby
All I want
Is a mil in the duffle
Call me lil bro
And I'm reaching for the shovel
Shia with the holes
And I'm digging out the rubble
Blowing up my phone
Baby I ain't tryna cuddle
I need to bounce back
Love me then u hate me baby
Don't know what to call that
When I hit my plug
I send that boy a text in all caps
What I need do you got that
Don't know what you call that
But I'ma need like 4 of them
Bad bitch got a hatchback
Said that she from Oregon
Took her to the future
Hopped in that DeLorean
Pull them out the cooler
Yeah that's where I been storing them
Moving one day at a time
I never learned to take my own advice
Blowing smoke out the ride
Like a poltergeist
If it's wrong
I don't mind
I don't care who's
Okay okay
I'ma play your game
I'ma f*ck her in the face
When my rent paid
No chase
I'm a sucker for the pain
Got my foot on the pedal
I've been itching for a drag race
100k not talking plays
Talking plays a couple milly
We were rolling up the mids
When we were really low
All they want
Couple valley hoes in videos
Keep my cool
You take my temp
You see it's 10 below
All I want
Is a mil in the duffle
Call me lil bro
And I'm reaching for the shovel
Shia with the holes
And I'm digging out the rubble
Blowing up my phone
Baby I ain't tryna cuddle
Baby do you want it bad as me
Till the water till the water runs deep
Runs red in this town it's a drought
Yellow tape they don't want to hear me out
In the back
Making out in her Honda
Floating in a cloud of marijuana
Someone pass the lighter
Bonnie and Clyde
How I ride with my partner
Ash to dust
When it's said and done
I know you could run and just find anyone
Set in stone
What's the petty load
Hundreds got her spinning on that pole
It gave me vertigo
He gon' get his face rocked
If he really wanna talk
You can tell I'm a star
By the way that I walk
Had a little drop
But it's not for falling off
Dickies on my shirt
It never used to be Lacoste