Letras
Yeah
Yeah, there's a lot to figure out, man there's a lot of shit to see
Lotta smoke up in the air but mama I could barely breathe
Lotta shit on top my chest but baby I could barely speak
She just wanna have it but ain't shit to get from me
Runnin outta luck, better charge it to the streets (uh)
I got a bag, got a different set of teeth (uh)
This a different side of me, this a different side of Pete
(The one who's rollin, can't control it)
I'm on the other side of beats, fuck the beat- I'll beat the beat up
Couch hoppin, Crowd surfin, trynna find a purpose
Want all the love in the world but don't deserve it
They don't wanna try, they heard the Florida boys out
Feel like I've been running out of time, the fucks that about?
I can see the signs in it- see the signs in it
I can see the signs what to do inside her eyes
I been getting high in it- getting high in it
When we in the ride, bae we duplicate the vibe
Yeah, there's a lot to figure out, man there's a lot of shit to see
Lotta smoke up in the air but mama I could barely breathe
Lotta shit on top my chest but baby I could barely speak
She just wanna have it but ain't shit to get from me
Runnin outta luck, better charge it to the streets (uh)
I got a bag, got a different set of teeth (uh)
Bad news shawty, Investin in Bacardi
Down south baby, use her parents bank to party
Go an clean yo nose up, Wallet fat can't fold up
99 problems and everyone is to roll up
I don't need no lean, I'm a man it's wine that I'm finna po' up
Money on the floor from the show, I bet I show up
Cruisin down the PCH, now she start believin me
Yeah, I still don't understand what they see me
Raising high stakes, trynna balance out the Bezel (uh)
I'm the beast that they poppin out the belly of (You in the belly of the beast)
There's a lot to figure out, man there's a lot of shit to see
Lotta smoke up in the air but mama I could barely breathe
Lotta shit on top my chest but baby I could barely speak
She just wanna have it but ain't shit to get from me
Runnin outta luck, better charge it to the streets (uh)
I got a bag, got a different set of teeth (uh)
This a different side of me, this a different side of Pete
(The one who's rollin, can't control it)
I'm on the other side of beats, fuck the beat- I'll beat the beat up