Denver Late - Under Lyrics

Newbies on my feet when I roll through the city
Got five in my pocket but the tens goin' with me
My girl too cocky, yeah, she know that she pretty
How cold is my wrist? How cold is my whiskey?
How cold is my chain? Yeah, it look like a many
Got minis on my body 'til the boy goin' chilly
I'm a real nice guy but if you f*ckin' want it
You can get it, yeah, I'm handin' out smoke like a chimney
Ya ex man ain't shit, ain't gon' be shit
Nintendo now? Cause you askin' bout some we shit
Boys goin' up like muhf*ckin' skii lift
And if I f*ckin' said it then I muhf*ckin' mean it
Shawty, just leave it
Told her man, beat it
I been on a wave, f*ck around and get sea sick
F*ck for no reason
My dick too pleasin'
My ego obese and
Continue to feed it
(Hey!)
I was slept on 'til I threw a f*ckin' party like a slumber
Got drunk through the summer
(Hey!)
Feelin' like the one, when I get ya girl over to the crib
Lay her down 'til the sun up
(Hey!)
I don't really mingle but single after single
I keep runnin' up them motherf*ckin' numbers
(Hey!)
I done did it again, hit it again, how ya end up under?
(Hey!)
This one right here, got H goin' crazy
Couldn't give a, couldn't give a f*ck less lately
Blow job in the stu, that's some success baby
I would be lying if I said it didn't phase me
Phase me in a good way
Every day a good day
Everything I could say
I'ma f*cking say it
While I catch a bouquet
Got it on lock like a suit case
Everyone, who's late?
It's you
Yeah, I think that we a got a issue
Bitches missin' me and it's hard
When I gotta look 'em right in the eye and say I don't miss you
Poppin' like a pistol
Rocket like a missile
I ain't tryna kiss you
Too much on my mental
Not to get into
Someone get the pencil
Got the instrumental
Murder utensil
People hear my voice all over the atlas
Can't nobody match this
My heart is a place women can't get access
Unless you a bad bitch
She ain't 21 yet, but she a savage
Swear to god, I gotta have it
Ya man can get his shit split like fractions
And now we catch traction
(Hey!)
I was slept on 'til I threw a f*ckin' party like a slumber
Got drunk through the summer
(Hey!)
Feelin' like the one, when I get ya girl over to the crib
Lay her down 'til the sun up
(Hey!)
I don't really mingle but single after single
I keep runnin' up them motherf*ckin' numbers
(Hey!)
I done did it again, hit it again, how ya end up under?
(Hey!)