3,000 on coats I gotta fucking problem

Rockstars like we can’t reach the bottom

Gone take awhile you flower child your gonna blossom

Her face so good she give me face I face my problems

She give me face I roll up up 3.5s to the face

Help me Face my problems

I just poed another Duce of codeine a high tolerance

I just gram’d out a qp at the show I got high audience

Let’s have high sex 2 hoes they have BI sex

Rip to Steve job I sip this hi tech

Bought em a stick he gone let it hit it’s jus like he madden

I Poe up a 4 it’s not to move slow it’s giving me passion

Was just serving grams now I’m on ya grams they eat up my captions

He think it’s a lick but I got some defense just like I’m Ashton

Let’s pop us a xanny let’s pop us a perc let’s trip to the cabins

Just hopped off the dark web I ain’t even cop shit cause it was laggin

I’m just like khalesi I hop in that coupe that mf draggin

I told the hoe to quit nagging see that I’m focus don’t be my distraction

I got yo hoe in the trap she taking a nap I live like the bachelor

serving that dope in parkway north your gone get captured

Pure Cocaine this white girl world like you dirty bastard

Glock 18 can’t post on the gram cause it shoot you faster

I poe me a toast I hop at the ghost I feel like I’m Casper

My junkie say nice he want some ice just like Alaska

My chain full of Voss I light up my cross just like the pastor

we fucked on your friend want do again I’m to scared to ask ya

3,000 on coats I gotta fucking problem

Rockstars like we can’t reach the bottom

Gone take awhile you flower child your gonna blossom

Her face so good she give me face I face my problems

She give me face I roll up up 3.5s to the face

Help me Face my problems

I just poed another Duce of codeine a high tolerance

I just gram’d out a qp at the show I got high audience

Let’s have high sex 2 hoes they have BI sex

Rip to Steve job I sip this hi tech

Just picked up a fat load don’t think this shit got no neck

I feel like Elon Musk everytime I Poe this hi tech

Fucking like we in a rush every time you drip like a faucet bought this shit just wore it once all this stick gone chill in the closet

Rockstar living can’t reach rock bottom

I put this new Prada on don’t need no styler

I can wrap a brick I don’t need no cypher

I’m gone pop my shit I don’t need no diaper

Hit rock bottom know you having problems just fuck with me when you can

Put these double Cs with this palm angel I’m gone stick this shit for the brand

To high I can’t focus know body gone notice I’m mixing up to many strains

I bust on a model she not from the states I’m flying that bitch from the land

You know that I’m straight you walk in my trap you see that we in high demand

Why you go big on big on me when you knew I wasn’t go expand

 I watch for the raid young Plu gee the wave these **** are still in the sand

I pitty the fool on any of you fools who wanna go stand on the stand

I pitty the fool you run in my spot I’m shooting that shit at you face

Junkie is geeked up just like the army he still trying to live off the base

Pick no gutair she fucked in the car cause she know I ain’t in her race

Real trap **** gotta bury the money can’t even put this shit as the chase

Been chasing this money that shit fucked up cant even put this shit at the chase

3,000 on coats I gotta fucking problem

Rockstars like we can’t reach the bottom

Gone take awhile you flower child your gonna blossom

Her face so good she give me face I face my problems

She give me face I roll up up 3.5s to the face

Help me Face my problems

I just poed another Duce of codeine a high tolerance

I just gram’d out a qp at the show I got high audience

Let’s have high sex 2 hoes they have BI sex

Rip to Steve job I sip this hi tech