Letras
You tryna drive, ion wanna drive (feeling it)
I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (feeling it)
I feel alive, bitch I'm certified (feeling it)
I feel alive, bitch I'm certified (feeling it)
There's a party tonight I think we should link up.
Let me know if you riding I'm in the Lincoln.
All the homies inside and we pouring drinks up.
Geeked up, roll the weed up, now you're thinking.
Kisses to my bitches, niggas giving dap,
People texting asking where the party at,
Ain't nobody fighting but we cool with that,
Good god almighty thank the lord it's Friday.
Gangsta party plays as gab walks in
With Molly and Mary Jane, baby she brought friends.
And if you brought ends, then you might could enjoy this
My ex is in the kitchen so i think i might avoid it.
And who's gon talk to Chris?
I don't wanna bother him,
But get ya man cuz he's talking to the dog again.
What his problem is? He's off his lid!
I bet he popped a thizz.
On the honest tip, shit I might too.
Windy the plug, let him breeze right through.
Shrug when they ask how I keep so cool.
When my steeze got heat like miso soup.
You tryna drive, ion wanna drive (feeling it)
Im getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (feeling it)
I feel alive, bitch I'm certified (feeling it)
I feel alive, bitch I'm certified (feeling it)
High as shit, tryna squeeze five in the Lyft.
Road sodas bubblin, the whole tribe in this bitch.
When we arrive it is lit. I know yall got supplies who's equipped?
Watch the vibe multiply when it kicks in.
Either at the function like the X & Y axis
Or on ya mattress like terrain on the atlas.
She elvis with the pelvis: Gabby Douglas with gymnastics.
Make that bomb backflip like gas hit the matchstick. (Oh).
Okay I think it's time to leave. He passed out in a pile of leaves,
Her whole ass out, she don't feel that breeze?
Now where the fuck is Blimes?
I think she in the back room with that dime