I'm tryna get Peach in the booth with me
I just got an edit cost two hundred and fifty
I'll hit up Yung Sigh in a minute
We gonna be up I ain't kidding
I got the thrax on my legs
Uh yeah
I got them rows in my head
Uh yeah
Two hundred my pants yeah all of my money gon dance yeah
Fuck up a band yeah my brother just when to Japan yeah
Black on my skin and my body
Puffing Biscotti I'm lit
Bad little bit on my body and she be rocking that Rick
Way that I'm stepping too crazy
They can't tell me shit
Sipping the red puffing the gas yeah the shit got me lit
Shots shots got me lit
Monkey finger doobie got me rolling like a bitch
Who put them rockets in my whip
I been on that time nigga duck or you get flipped
The way that I'm moving I gotta stay dumb
The way that I'm moving I gotta stay blind
The way that I'm moving can't worry bout yours
The way that I'm moving I worry bout mine
Can't worry bout niggas can't worry bout bitches
Can't worry bout people that's wasting my time
Can't worry bout bitches don't want these lil bitches
I stay on my shit and I stay on my grind
I'm saving my time
They know I be up so they hitting my line
Stop wasting my time yeah huh
They know that I'm up so they wasting my time