Letras
Pistol hands 'cause I throw lead
Now watch me do my dance, yeah
This my jam, don't stand no chance
Caught up in a trance, damn
Crystal ball don't tell no lies
I only wish you well
Sometimes feel like I'ma drown
In alcoholic genie's bottle
Yeah, check it
Keep stacking like double deckers
Jumping hoes like a game of checkers
Never slipping, effort give a hundred percent
That's why they can't see me like darkest of tints
Hardest chick come stick up the game
Bust a few times, lemon meringue
Then it be dinner at Dave's, smack it, break the bag
Original Lays
He said, she said, this ain't no fucking kiss and tell, yeah
Hope he shut the fuck up, ain't no fucking wishing well, yeah
Officer, don't cuff him, duh
I'm hopeless, I got time to kill
cll he got is time to kill, another round give five and what
Jamming like traffic at five, let out two twenty-nine
They love the shine, Impala with bubble eyes
Been drinking and stumbled across a couple dimes
It don't make no sense, looking like dollar signs
Dance with a BBL, it be DBc, just another day
Get lit, DC times, happy hour more rounds than a magazine
Paper in my purse, I got paper, you got weed
Slurp it like pasta in Italy
Pistol hands 'cause I throw lead
Now watch me do my dance, yeah
This my jam, don't stand no chance
Caught up in a trance, damn
Crystal ball don't tell no lies
I only wish you well
Sometimes feel like I'ma drown
In alcoholic genie's bottle
Pistol hands 'cause I throw lead
Now watch me do my dance, yeah
This my jam, don't stand no chance
Caught up in a trance, damn
They watching me close like a mirror on both sides
Check out the rear view, that's you, sniff fumes
Been in tune, zoom mode, building like tycoons, oh yeah
You thought I was through? No, just the beginning
They already dimming the shine, infinite, don't have no limit
Maybe with drinking only, but I'm booming, Sony
I be kicking, choking, never sick and lonely
So much liquor, homie, I could open a mini store
Cross me, you swimming on ocean floors
Eat 'em all like hors d'oeuvre
Keep it popping like a 24 pack of Coors
So much bars, they should open a rapping course
Going back and forth, what the hell we going backwards for?
c captain gon catapult, reach in the sky
Plus we smoking high, eff a bird, we walking on Jupiter
Lucid eyes, Xavier X with the moving mind
Trance and we cool as a cube of ice
Record scratch like some moving lice
Smell a hit like some shroom and lines
Pistol hands 'cause I throw lead
Now watch me do my dance, yeah
This my jam, don't stand no chance
Caught up in a trance, damn
Crystal ball don't tell no lies
I only wish you well
Sometimes feel like I'ma drown
In alcoholic genie's bottle
Pistol hands 'cause I throw lead
Now watch me do my dance, yeah
This my jam, don't stand no chance
Caught up in a trance, damn
Crystal ball don't tell no lies
I only wish you well
Sometimes feel like I'ma drown
In alcoholic