To the Bottom

Don't think if you thinkin' wrong

This the type of song you could sing along

This the type of song you relate to

She wouldn't talk much

Hit the bong, had a breakthrough

Ooh one and the joint we should be alone

Don't say nothin' foul, you on speakerphone

It's just the homies and I told em that you comin' thru

Leave the club at 1 or 2, probably leave at 1 or 2

Keep it casual, bitches mad at you

Keep it pushin' girl, and move it lateral

I know you been weird

So baby why you actin' cool?

Why you actin' coy, girl I ain't a fool

Let's get it, but only if you wit it

And I hate commitment

And man I need forgiveness

And she gon' say I did some shit

I probably really didn't

It's too late, but now I really did it

Let's get down to the bottom of this

Tonight, while you are gone

Tomorrow things will look different, I know

If I make it back home

Yeah, tryna make it to the promised land

Feelin' on shorty's butt, drink is in the other hand

Aggressive when I drink too much

Hopin' that she understand

But I know she understand

Shorty I'm the fuckin' man

And I say that cause I always do deliver

Well maybe I should chill and reconsider

These niggas can't compete, they resumes is weak

Drivin' somewhere cool, the city with dumb heat

Shorty wanna dance, I'm a little bit clumsy

You got your boobs enhanced, they look at little bit bigger

And I know you got these niggas all over you

But she got a [?] and I'm a little bit iller

Put the bottle in the freezer, a little bit chiller

We need something to mix the weed with

Stay up til 7 and watch the sunrise, all night with the weed lit

Cookin' breakfast in my flannel, isn't the view scenic?

I'm thinkin' of myself

No room for anyone else

Forgotten of my head

My girlfriend and my house