Letras
Ha, yeah
What the fuck?
I'm so, I'm so high, can't feel my face
Ayy, I'm so high, can't feel my face, it's like I'm numb to life
They hate to see me doing good, I got my money right
A hundred days, a hundred nights, a hundred ways, a hundred tries
I could put my knuckles up, but this a hustle fight
No father figure in the picture, she the trouble type
You need to put some sag up in them jeans, I know the buckle type
Block hate, score pape, and take, a triple double night
Shroom trip, done tripled up the dose, I'm seeing double life
Mama said you will-son, I felt the Russell hype
I had to cut some people off, cause I don't fuck with ties
Bro done almost had a kid, he'd call me uncle, right?
Drew said I need to hit Ohio, but I'm scared of heights
Fuck a chain, I'ma invest into some property
Pedal pushing on the highway, this shit like robbery
Bro was selling jack pot, done hit the lottery
Stay down until you come up rich in poverty
I'm putting so much gas up in the air, hurt the economy
All of my teachers heard my music, they ain't fond of me
Ain't hanging with no squares up in my circle, fuck geometry
Stay with it, get chicken, stack pape philosophy
I just took off in the whip, illegal turnaround
Set a record, rookie of the year, I feel like C.J. Stroud
Keep on thinking you the shit, you need to look around
Fat bitch think life a game, press LB to lose a pound
Losing how?
Fat wood burning, got me booted now
I've been stuffing fat pockets, I'm the Buddha child
Any given day could be my day, that's how I'm moving now
The way the bass kicking, Nash gon' have to get an ultrasound
Ha, and now I'm laughing to the bank
Through the mischief, became king of the hill, feel like Hank
Coming expeditiously another month, another tape
Call the whip soldier, cause I know you hear how this bitch crank
Ayy, I'm so high, can't feel my face, it's like I'm numb to life
They hate to see me doing good, I got my money right