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I'm too damn high, what you call that? I'm sorry that I took my time to call back Well, I don't wanna spend time with your family 'Cause I'm afraid I'll run my mouth and start rambling Wait, I know that your dad doesn't like me High key, cocaine stains on my Nikes Gucci on my neck, it's gold lightning Just ignore that, wait (oh) Seven-headed snake, what you call that? Bleeding like an open scar (Ay) Lost a little money, made it all back Luckily I work this hard (Yuh) Vision kinda blurry, what you call that? Might have hit the blunt too hard (Woah) I can't feel my goddamn face Grip the wheel if I drive too fast (Yuh) Smile and see the gold teeth Gold rings on my fingers make your face bleed Hide up in the Hills, pop a seal under palm trees (Pop it, pop it) Feel the land slide, then I lose my damn mind I know that your brother wants to fight me High key, Gucci knuckles so I hit him lightly If you wanna talk, do it nicely Or don't call back, tell me what you call that Seven-headed snake, what you call that? Bleeding like an open scar (Ay) Lost a little money, made it all back Luckily I work this hard (Yuh) Vision kinda blurry, what you call that? Might have hit the blunt too hard (Woah) I can't feel my goddamn face Grip the wheel if I drive too fast (Yuh) Vision kinda blurry, what you call that? Might have hit blunt too hard (Woah) I can't feel my goddamn face Grip the wheel if I drive too fast Seven-headed snake, what you call that? Bleeding like an open scar (Ay) Lost a little money, made it all back Luckily I work this hard (Yuh) Vision kinda, vision kinda, what you call that? Might have hit the blunt too hard (Woah) I can't feel my, I can't feel my goddamn face Grip the wheel if I drive too fast
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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