What's It All For, Baby? (feat. Easy Tiger)

So, what's it all for, baby? Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow) You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy) I'm crying on the floor Oh, what's it all for, baby? Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow) You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy) I'm crying on the floor (I'm crying baby, I'm crying tears of sadness) I love it when she dress classy but act nasty Cold raps and stoned naps on the backseat I could toe tag anyone so don't at me Don't get offended when I tell you kiss my asscheeks Dripping with the sawce so sick you need a vaccine She fucking with my tracks so I fuck her like an athlete Fucking with a trash trap rap on a trap beat But I ain't travis so I ain't trapping Rather be Miller the way that I'm macking But rest in peace to a legend One day I will meet you up in heaven Rest in peace to my goat Cared enough that he showed me the ropes And I know you ain't single but you looking real good And I know I really shouldn't but I'm probably gonna do it So I pull up in the Benz Nah I'm kidding it's a Getz But fuck it I ain't stressed I ain't stressed yeah Couldn't care less Cus I'm dressed real smooth and I smell real nice And I feel real cool Slick man big vibe Smoke the good good Out a pipe Blazed for the night So, what's it all for, baby? Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow) You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy) I'm crying on the floor Oh, what's it all for, baby? Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow) You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy) I'm crying on the floor (I'm crying baby) This the risky text Olympics Hit you with my pimp stick Working on my God flow So you'll find me on Olympus Ollie off a 6 step Probably causing mischief Probably make your bitch wet When she see my dimples She thinking God I'm so delicious Man And She looking like a gymnast She call me daddy but I think That's the root of her issues Got me trying to fill in those big shoes I'm Colder than an igloo But too much snow and it might kill you Leave you floating in the big blue I hope I can never have to read Your Obituary a visionary But sometimes man all my visions scary She calling shotgun but she riding missionary She call me sometimes when her fucking vision blurry I'm smoking dirty Mary And I be storming on this beat like my name was fucking Halle berry And I don't want to blame you For checking my style Cos' this shits been fresh for a little while I see you crack a little smile You see we get a little wild And I don't ever wanna change She ring the dinner bell Time to feed my habits Fore we get it on like rabbits Shit gets a little bit savage Uh smoking cabbage And I be balling like a maverick Cold with the flow like a fan is I cut like a knife here's a bandage Looking for a bad bitch Easy tiger Bitch So, what's it all for, baby? Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow) You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy) I'm crying on the floor