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King Prince, he swears he's bad, but he don't care what he talkin' for
He just wants some cash, man, so he can ball out at the store
She wanted to mix our bands, but now she's fuckin' with the broke
She wanted to hold my hand, but she can't touch me, I'm too cold
There's something off with me
Can't catch a break, what's off with me?
Ten blunts in my hand, but I'm still tryna roll some more
Ten blunts chillin' with my friends, but I still wish there was ten more
Ten bitches and they're all 10s, but I'm still tryna check the score
There's something off with me
She hits the blunt, then coughs with me
Wish she wouldn't talk so I could focus on the smoke
Wish she wouldn't stack my bands like how a baker stacks his loaf
I wish I would've popped the Xans, so this flight wouldn't be so slow
There's something off with me
Drove to the 216, got your girl to send some pics
She got pussy that be so soft, uh, made me feel so off
I'm about to pop this off to the lot
Smokin' that pot till I feel so high
Tree so gas, I don't pass, yeah, uh
Fuckin' your bitch, goin' phantom, uh
She got me feelin' real handsome, uh
Bout to go in tandem, mm
Your girl hit me on no random
I'm not addicted to the porn
I just make it, I don't love that ho
I just fake it, yeah
She call us some losers, uh
That come from the side ho
Don't be on that dumb shit
When I'm in the booth
All up on that flame shit
Stayin' in your main bitch
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
I'm rubbin her flesh, she comin' off the lick
Ayy, I just stepped out the whip onto my Nikes, ayy
When I'm rich, get season tix for the Knicks like Spike Lee
Ayy, rep my clique to the fuckin' fullest
That's why they don't like me, yeah
These hoes think they got me
But I'm like, shawty, you ain't wifey, ayy
Drove up for the day
Told bro, roll 10 blunts right away