Thru the woods ona table
Came in kinda late, but I still made it
Came in kinda jaked, but eye still ate it
Mind jaded, eyes foggy, I don't feel faded
Heard u summoning ah nigga thru the Grapevine
Gotta bitch up In Hayward that's a good Time
Stay on lemon tree court, by the path side
Ass wind and grinding
Ima get behind it
Got the purest intentions
Sip derty water
All my music timeless
I don't need yo interest
Throw it ona one if u can
I know that this bitch gotta situation, and
Ima take it out like the garbage f*ckin can
Ima plug yo strings, straight guitarist w the strength
Gettin all ya juices Ona backseat of da Camry
If u dont feel me, understand me
Wake up Ina morning, phone yo mammy
Tell ha how ya last night was candy
I can't love ah bitch if she ain't candid
I can't even trust my f*cking family
Mama ain't shit, nigga daddy is ah snitch, Double whammy
F*ckin Ona snacks Ina pantry
I ain't never had to beg ah bitch to gain Entry
Spark another wood since my feelings Ina frenzy
Call yo phone later, Ima slide w the hea me
Finna let the egg drip, all over my hammy
Finna hit sunset district w my camera
Took ah couple shots w the 35 m
Bitch ass flatter than my hat, that's brim
Goofy niggas lookin for da plug Ona gram
I don't gotta talk she understand
Wen we out in public we don't never hold Hands
Wen we under covers we don't know no Limits
Crack another seal, woke up and kept sippin
Throw it ona one fa da 8, lemme finish
Made ah left on oliver drive, made ah right On Lemon Tree
I'm tryna get w nee
Ay