Lyrics
l's from every corner steam up, told myself just 10 more years and i should be clean, but i'm a fiend, smoke so much purple i shit green, bitches tryin to face time naked, i need a split screen, top dollar to the mechanics so the beamer's sit mean, i give you six or seven hundred, i can dream of 16, 69 never! ma you gon' do me and i'm done, see you gon' find better, see if i mind i'm not the one, bougie hoes blitzin, they sprintin when they get my calls, look at y'all trickin, same piss different stall, me i'm never slippin, it's pimpin when i get involved, i'm lookin like chicken, they hungry and you give of course, cold cash triple porsche, another nigga lost, a low pass get exhaust, a hoe's ass isn't yours, bullshit on my line, the sour got me gettin by, the best you can find, i feel like i'm in the sky, old school impala spoken, s'a lil' momma open, o.g. by the pound i puff, i'm never tired of smokin, we gon' light up all the shit until it's re-up time, coppin chronic so long, the weed dealer can read my mind, shorty hawkin, she'll be with the team in time, fattest ass i ever seen, she done made a demon bomb, pulled up on her smoother than the magazine i seen her on, music up loud, cause i ain't got to beep the horn, i'm a young high, dumb fly, gettin money nigga, nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga, i'm, i'm a young, i'm a a young, i'm a young. nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga, uh! thirty bottles later and i'm stumblin out; bitches with me, ass and titties comin out the nightclub like mahala house, i know i'm in trouble, cause she moppin from the passenger, i think i'm seein double, their asses'll back the traffic up, funny thing - i'm thinkin 'bout money while it's happening, my passion, she took it all down, don't need a napkin, ask me if i give a fuck if i'm a see her again, i ain't your friend, i ain't got a pot to pee in or lend, bitch i'm a young fly, dumb high, stuntin #1 guy, rich nigga, swim tides, g'd 'em both in one ride, risk taker; i'm a need you to take a chance, close your don't know nuttin mouth up while i lead you with the plan, plenty more on deck hoe i don't need you i'm just sayin, this the perfect spot for both you and you ain't gon' get there playin, what's my name? mr. i don't love her, leave her when i fuck, what's my aim? spend that remaining evening with these bucks,
Song details
Artist: banks, lloyd