Lyrics
(Yuh, yeah, yeah, Okay Okay)
(Yeah, huh, huh, huh, Okay Okay)
I told em where you at, is you in my city
Just mixed the Roxy, with the Oxy, got me dizzy
In a Jaguar, no McGuire, I ain't a Lizzy
And I'm smoking on that loose leaf, baby this ain't no Stiiizy
Choppa get to cooking, like that bitch is rizzing
Me winning, yeah that shit is written
And like I said, none of this shit is written
Off the top, top get to spinning
Drop top, wheels spinning, whip suspended
Long hair, catch the breeze, get to whipping
Crack the seal, then I get to sipping
Then my top, top get to spinning
Get to spinning on a bitch, like a fidget
The way my finger pulling on the trigger, it's itching
The way I'm counting up these sacks, must be blitzing
And I'm really in the air, I feel like Blitzen
Bitch I'm rolling up, yeah I'm blitzed
At the mall catching laces, like some mitts
(Whoo)
They tryna put the puzzle together, it don't fit
You just putting clothes on, that ain't no fit
You ain't really on your grind, you on some poser shit
Break a bitch jaw, he on his Tyler Posey shit
Reach for the blick, I'm on my Josie shit
Fostering my people, looking like I'm Jodie bitch
Choppa get to shooting, like it's pumped up kicks
These ain't no regular kicks, these some fucking Rick's
Half Evil on the hoodie, shirt Misfits
I'm the odd one out, like a misfit
Grill in my mouth, bitch I get to lispin
Shut your mouth, shut your eyes, just listen
Bitch I'm going stupid, going dumb, going demented
Really had to work hard, I ain't no rich kid
I was meant for this shit, I didn't pick it
Finna ball on em, like I'm picking
I won't pass the rock, baby I ain't Pippin
I'm 23, smoking 5, they be smoking .3
Im off the molly lil bitch . 3
And I stay on point like a PG
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I told em where you at, is you in my city
Just mixed the Roxy, with the Oxy, got me dizzy