Letras
Yeah, yeah yeah
This feels like, you know, when the 993s just touched down, you know
Yeah, Yeah
It's not really something I can explain it's just
It's just the way it feels you know?
I'm over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers
I'm over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers
Shorty sending messages like she forgot she dropped me
I own a couple mirrors girl, how could I not be cocky?
I won't be letting up again cause look where stopping got me
You got yes men all around you them is not your posse
The chef gonna cook it in front of us but it's not hibachi
I'll turn a plate of mahi mahi into sloppy toppy
Don't think I don't see you trying I cannot be copied
My shirt says Aimé Leon, I don't rock Versace
You niggas sounding real pocket watchy, beware
So many kicks I ain't cleaned a pair in three years
Drip or drown boy you looking like you need air
She's in my DMs telling me she thinks I'm v rare
Yeah, I bet you heard it doesn't stop
If you got a top 5 I know I earned a couple spots
I was murder from the drop
But I can turn it up a notch
Start my verses with a 'fuck you'
I learned that from The Lox, yeah
I'm over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers
I'm over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers, yeah