i don't wanna to getting on my feet i feel regret cause they won't let me to feel relaxed left shit all the day getting on my nees but they knew we were comin smoke out the bubble but we waiting for tea let all my niggas to get on that bus but i gotta feed out my lil bros kids shit ain't funny u spilled out my beans working through night I did it again smash on that pussy i did it again flash on my pants i lick it again katsu for dinner u Kno that im classy close All the window they did it too much now zip on my back nigga pack on my back i said heat on that tag switch on that nerve nigga biggie with the rag yeah ×2 look out the road cause my niggas so smoky they stop at nothing to just get u roasted failing from option it is just that u glocky fine by myself wit a glass of a vodka stain on my jeans it is just that i be rolling check on my neck u could just find some diamonds u mother fuckers can't be serious eyyy