Lyrics
Why you keep staring at me? Just make it last and take you a picture
I don't even pour no glass, I'm sipping drank out the pitcher
Pull up I'm spinning it back, she wanna fuck
I tell her hoe I ain't miss you
Doing that hoe like David Blaine, she think I'm a magician
Switching lines
Like what are these drugs that I'm on?
Bitch, I want this Gucci, this honeycomb pattern
No I do not wear no Vuitton
The way that I'm sliding this whip little bitch
You would think it's the Autobahn
I'm in the section, 103
I geek off the bar, geek off the bean
We going far, getting this green
Foreign broad, touching on me
Okay, I told you my life is a dream
Model sex in the hills and shit
With a new one touching on me
What do you mean?
I'm blowing a ghost when I'm chiefing on keif
She got them bruises her body from when she get down on her knees
You don want be dealing with me
I got this Buddha boy all on my jeans
She know that I'm plotting, I just get what I want then I leave
I get what I want, then I'm leaving
I get what I want, then I'm outie
Off of this liquor, I'm wild
She ain't know that I get rowdy
They might just start up a bounty
Pull up like howdy
I'm getting money, it's all up around me
Why you keep staring at me? Just make it last and take you a picture
I don't even pour no glass, I'm sipping drank out the pitcher
Pull up I'm spinning it back, she wanna fuck
I tell her hoe I ain't miss you
Doing that hoe like David Blaine, she think I'm a magician
Switching lines
Like what are these drugs that I'm on?
Bitch, I want this Gucci, this honeycomb pattern
No I do not wear no Vuitton
The way that I'm sliding this whip little bitch
You would think it's the Autobahn