I’m smoking goofey an it got me going looney But she fucking with the tune guess I gotta slow it down Take a bow Shawty had it going wild So I ask her for number but she saved it in my phone Talking wild ima chill out talking loud Let me tell it how it is before I head out check it out Smoother than some butter I can’t help but wylin out when I get it ima get it ima run it for some miles DoTheDash and run it up Thicker than a bitch so i hadda smack the butt Smoking on a blunt but I hadda pour it up Feeling hella wavy but I didn’t throw it up Now she looking at me like she need a lil love Talking thru the music sending notes like from above Crushing in the morning But I gotta move it on Never looking for me but she said she won’t the one On the low I get it popping Smoking on some strong you can say I put it on Meet me in the middle If you tryna prove me wrong Tell me who the illest if the realist sang a song Tell me who could take it to a level outta zone Tell me all about em when you get it in a song Ima keep it realer than a reaper with a soul They can have the jewelry the glitz the glamour an the gold Ima keep they bitch, the money, the titties an the dough Pussy money weed You done heard it all before Get it how I get it ima get it on my own All I ever needed was some music an a note