I gotta get her home so I'm praying for a green light

I left a shorty crib she ain't okay but she gonna be right

I got a call from Cali just like Mike I'm bout to take flight I sit under the stars

I'm wondering if I'm gonna be right I'm rubbing on my eyes was it the eddie's I can't see right

Bitch, I take you out the country, you gon' act right She said, babe, let's go to Paris, man, I've never seen a night lights

I said, baby, I don't know, cause I met you in your nightlife Every day feel like a show, man, I'm playing at a MetLife

Different shows, different episodes I'm going through I'm on a season where the character just rolling through

Bitch, you always getting full, bitch, I don't know you I hit him with a left and right if you want me to show you

I heard he lil' sweet, when I see him, I'mma poke him And he ain't even do shit, so I may as well provoke him

I'm waking up the woke him He wakin' up my right hand

You probably need a lifeline if you coming after my hand

I got bands on them And you know that shit done got a color palette And I'm God-fearing, not death, that's why I walk without it

And my circle got like eight heads I treat them like my Kemosabe They gon' blast you if you ever touch my wasabi

We gon' catch her like a chillin' in the lobby I'll catch you on my live b We gon' treat her like a hobby