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I watched Days turn to nights
And nights turn to days
Smoke turn to haze
On Westheimer and Sage
Pretty young thang
With wind in our face
Top down on blades
On Westheimer and Sage
American made or foreign exchange
The car or the dame
On Westheimer and Sage
I broke the bank
But some days I saved
My vibe never changed
On Westheimer and Sage
I'm on Westheimer
From Dairy Ashford to Sage
Sitting sideways loaded like a 12 gauge
I don't know what you chasing
But I'm 'bout to up my wage
Blowing on a 4K pound
My bitch lighting up Sage
High rise off Sage
I'm with D Payne
Switching lanes on Fountain View
Like it's NASCAR
I'm from the city of purple drank
To be accurate that wide car
Down in H-town it goes down like the sun
It's 4 grams in my blunt
Backwood with the runts
Real players in the mix
Tippin' like the streets got waiters
I can't entertain no haters
I'm on a 4 jammin' Mel Waiters
I hit Pappadeaux for my caters
This fit Gucci man and it's tailored
My lawyer graduated from Baylor
But at the end of the day
I'm on Westheimer with paper
What's up
I watched Days turn to nights
And nights turn to days
Smoke turn to haze
On Westheimer and Sage
Pretty young thang
With wind in our face
Top down on blades
On Westheimer and Sage
American made or foreign exchange
The car or the dame
On Westheimer and Sage
I broke the bank
But some days I saved
My vibe never changed
On Westheimer and Sage
Broke the bank and thinking
What we gon do later, dodgin haters
Dodging hoes with ill intentions
Premonitions definition
Quick to start the demolition
Slow to judge you anxious tripping
Rather be somewhere just chilling
With a bad bitch fuck no feelings
Eventually she gon catch a few
That's just what them bitches do
When they get a real player
Confirm the shit he say is true
And ain't no flaw in his demeanor
Got control of all his demons
Fought them off now I'm just leaning
Twisting up swisher ho
Fill it up and light it up
Yes I still smoke swishers ho
Sometimes I roll papers
Either way only the best I smoke
Got a bitch from Roatan
Suck it spit and use both hands
'Vert top finna turn on Sage
They all can see can see us misbehave
I watched Days turn to nights
And nights turn to days
Smoke turn to haze
On Westheimer and Sage
Pretty young thang
With wind in our face
Top down on blades
On Westheimer and Sage
American made or foreign exchange
The car or the dame
On Westheimer and Sage
I broke the bank
But some days I saved
My vibe never changed
On Westheimer and Sage