Yeah uh she my ride or die she got my back and without her I would rather die you make me feel like I'm flying baby kno you mine they ain't got nothing no point of trying hold up crack the champagne and roll me up a cone everything I've been through this far I couldn't do it alone I see the opps and they spyin My Chick bad yeah my check the flyest I would cross through hell just to get my baby pop shells if you start acting crazy on the top few shelves when I drop where they place me no one tops you still I'm in love with my lady Don't make love, make music, huh Pill pop, molly in the party Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, chopper crackin' like Pilates I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfucker, catch a body I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma Smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma Young ass nigga but they think that I'm older