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Flyin' high, above the sky
Take a quick look at my timepiece
And I don't even know your ass
So get the hell away from me
I'm stashing the gold, my diamonds cold
Chillin' with Zooka, we never gon' come down
Malone Brown, hit 10k
Better run and hide, you look like prey
My money exponential
I dropped a verse and it was special
I saw yo girl and she looked special
Take out the wallet, and we goin' shoppin' bitch
I'm so damn high, screamin' Mayday
Got a 10 by bitch, call her malady
Make a video like Radeon
Got UFOs like Raytheon
Call the cops on me, I'm finna flee
When I hop in the whip, you can't catch me like
Speed off in the Lexus, ridin' quick, now they all on my ass
Zooka getaway driver
When I leave her, she a crier
And it kinda feel like a crime
But I still do that all the time
XSpence your driver's here, so get in here
I'm switchin' lanes and switchin' gears
DeLorean, I'm boutta whip this shit into a different year
I'm ballin' like the Pistons, pushin' pistons, rippin' dabs
Seein' different, blurry vision
Mix a song while trippin' tabs
Zooka roll up to the studio
Like, hold up, play that beat
I'll catch a flow like I was Julio
Let's go and make a movie, hoe
And you could call me SahBabii
My thumb all in her booty hole
Wait, what? What the hell did you just say
Brody smokin' on that loud I can smell it from the bank
A hundred miles away
That's how you know it's dank
I won't live until my 90s
But it's 90s that I crank
And the riches blindly find me
Like, my name was really Drake
Go to the store, I need some food, I gotta eat
Like, who in here has got a light
I'm tryna smoke all on this blunt
I got a heater and a choker
And a girl, nobody know her
And the flow is simply over
Anything else, you comprehend
Like, how we do it, I don't know
I'm finna see him at the show
Countin' a stack, countin' a grand
Chillin' with Colin, he's smokin' a gram
Gonna win the bowl like San Fran
With Zooka, he's my right-hand man
I reach in the bag and I got a toolie
So you better run, you better go
One, two, three hits
Fucked one too many bitches
Now my heart gon' need some stitches
Get off the couch, you fat as fuck
I'll make some art and get some riches
In my head where I been stuck
I take the time to learn what drip is
Zooka starting to look different
Livin' lavish, take a bad bitch to a palace just to fuck
I'm livin' fast right to the cash
I do the dash and run amok
I made a song called Roundabout
And now this hoe is down to fuck
But I ain't bout to clown around
So now I guess you're out of luck
I'm a vamp like the Lost Boys
What the fuck's a stop sign?
Shawty said she down to fuck
She do me for a Klondike
Baddie with the blonde hair
Saw her had to stop, stare
Walking in the Moncler
Wishing I could stop time
Ayy ayy, ayy, Zooka