With Me

Okay I'm rolling through the city, thumbing fifties counting bands up Told these fools I was a growing issue like a cancer Now they don't know what to do no they don't got the answers Putting work in got them boys alerted like an amber Sipping syrup on dirty Diana I plan to dip the purp in the purp get litter than lanterns Slaying hoes I'm Santa my ride ain't got no deers tho I pull up smoking loud you can get high through your earlobes Boy I ain't gone captain save nobody I'm no hero He selling reggie zips we call that flipping weird O's I been out here grinding putting time in my career goals I make hits every time I see my engineer though Balling like I'm 24 pretty ones tryna stick me Can't lock me down I'm unguardable like I'm 23 Sprite with the Barney, ice cubes with the Henny Living life so gnarly the feel good never ending But I told em hold up I think my cup is empty Rolling up the Bobby and pouring up the Whitney Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me okay Hold up I think my cup is empty Rolling up the Bobby's and pouring up the Whitney Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me okay Roll up, swole up, what's the hold up? This place about to go up my dawgs about to go nuts Celebration every time we link up thought I told ya We toasting champagne it's only soda if we pour up Eyes getting lower than the girl dancing in front of me She genuwining on me want me inside of her dungarees I told her ease up don't make me spill my pimp juice Think I'm fucking Aretha these Franklins what I'm into Don't ask me no questions you ain't pay me for interview Getting straight to my intervals no middle man no interlude If you ain't tryna help me up my hand then I can't deal with you Nothing personal if it ain't business I can't tend to you got shit to do I smoke good every day I feel good in every way Got a long table for my dawgs and everyone got a plate We sending Ubers out for the tipsy If you need that come and get but til then gotta Hold up I think my cup is empty Rolling up the Bobby's and pouring up the Whitney Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me okay Hold up I think my cup is empty Rolling up the Bobby's and pouring up the Whitney Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me, yeah Got it with me, yeah Sipping Whitney, yeah Come an get me, yeah Getting tipsy, yeah With me, that Whitney, yeah Feel Good, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah