3x

I'm way too high in this bitch

Might be too fly in this bitch

Grab a duffel bag and ride with a stick

Pray to God and forever we rich

Woah

I been up like four days, fuckin' on like three different bitches, yeah

I be forgettin' they name and they still wan do my dishes, yeah

Hold on, hmm, hold on, let me edit this ho

I cross state line and break federal code

BB on me, just to hold up my pole

The jeans was too baggy, it fell to my ankle

He popped his head out the grass, then we yanked him

Can't hit this one on the head, so we flanked him

If they don't give me respect, then I make em

Woah, that's just the way this shit go though

I jump the streets like a pogo

Yo bitch got fit pics in my logos

Only baddies at my shows though

I look like McLovin', it ain't good for promo

Talkin' my shit though, I just let it flow hoe

All of these people done picked up my lingo

And now they wanna act like they don't even know, bro

If he on that, then I don't even know, bro

Money over you, so I guess I'm solo

Wish I could just pass a lil' wood to my bro, bro

But I'ma keep doin' this shit for the bros though

Woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I just been movin' this shit by the solo

I just been smokin' this pack to the dome hoe

I want me some candy, but it ain't bout no Rolos

You fill yo blunt and then smoke it with sorrows

Got me a bro who mess round with some hollows (hollows)

If it's bout smoke, then you know we gon' follow

(Follow)

I don't be down in the middle of the room

Up on her body like Fruit of the Loom

I ain't a star, lil' bitch I'm the moon

Recording a album, that shit comin' soon

Off of the gas, I'm inhaling these fumes

Fuckin' with us, you get put in a tomb

Sweep up the streets, I'ma need me a broom

My fit is so drippy, you gon' have to mop it

I grind every day and I collect the profit

I ball on the field like I'm DK and Lockett

I'm gettin' these bands and they stay in my pocket

You messin' with us, take yo eye out ya socket

You know I'm from Houston, I feel like a rocket

You can't buy that shit, yeah, it ain't on the market

Blue stripes on my 100s, they throwin' up Cs

I know me some **** who only throw Bs

Can't tell on my brothers, they pushin' on P

Got goons in the valley, shout out to JV

Yeah, just to get in, gotta pay us a fee

This bitch, she exotic, came from overseas

My flow, they melodic, put her on her knees

I'm punchin' this shit like Muhammad Ali