Lyrics
On the days I get fly I ain't even got a reason
Levi tags say vintage but these pants ain't out of season
What they do and how they move we the ones and we the reason
Know them boys ain't got no plate we the ones who really eating
I had got her titties done now she showing me her cleavage
Gave me nothing but that head on my couch just like I'm Beavis
And she come back with that bread she's sum work I can't believe it
Let this bitch play with my game I check a trap I'm up and leaving
Hop in the hellcat I'm fucking speedin ****
She a bad bitch so she just want, she don't need a ****
Hold on wait, a **** stupid fresh you know I need a picture
A Deuce of Qua right now I dont need the liquor
And I'm Smoking Runtz right now I don't need your weed
And this bitch born elsewhere she don't need no weave
Jeans got a purple tag on it he ain't seen no cheese
Had to block the little bitch she ain't bring no fees
**** boyfriend type she ain't seen no P's
Talking about her really in the trap he ain't seen no P's
My bitch ever around a **** she bet not sneeze
Do a lap around this bitch let me count my cheese
We getting money on this side bitch we gettin to it
The codeine got me high but that's because I abuse it
I just bought a spaceship and don't know how to use it
I just bought some more Louis I been goin stupid
I just bought some more jewelry I been goin stupid
Know a **** tryna ball, but I been done with hoopin
I just bought sum more of this and bought sum more of that
It's a redeye for me I can't do the Scat
And this Benz a 63 not a 53
My chain hit like Hercules
My necklace hurtin me
Can you hand my cup to me don't pass no perc to me
I be giving real game this shit it work for me
On the days I get fly I ain't even got a reason
Levi tags say vintage but these pants ain't out of season
What they do and how they move we the ones and we the reason
Know them boys ain't got no plate we the ones who really eating
I had got her titties done now she showing me her cleavage
Gave me nothing but that head on my couch just like I'm Beavis
And she come back with that bread she's sum work I can't believe it
Let this bitch play with my game I check a trap I'm up and leaving
Written by: Justin Smith