Woke up in the sky, shorty feel like 2099

Shit, you fucked up my head, now I started losing track of time

You say it's your first time, but you do this all the time

Where you gotta go, where you gotta be?

Who you gotta see, where you gotta meet

Like woah, woah, how's it summertime? And my wrist so fucking cold, cold

Six months, ain't get no sleep, I been on the road, road

Not that I can't sleep, but my demons keep me up, bitch, I been on go, go

Pop out, bitch, I blow, blow, like pop out, bitch, get low, low

Slidin' right through 94, woah

I be getting too high on the low, woah

She a bad lil' bitch on Vogue, woah

On the front Tee rocking chrome, woah

In the finfin, losing control, woah

Feel the kick, I feel turbo, woah

Got rocks on my neck on gold, woah

With a wallet too fat won't fold, woah

Hellcat need a four-seater

Ride around town, grip on my heater

Need me a wood I'm high off reefer

I pour a four in a two liter

Brody got .45, I got the Nina

Beat off the brakes, I know I beat em

Take off on the Jakes, I don't see him

Girl, turn up the bass, blow another speaker

On the bender, lil' bitch, yeah I'm off the liter

Feel like Gilbert, lil' bitch rockin' out Arenas

Venue Packed, like we sold out a Coliseum

If you not one of mine, I won't do a feature

Ride around in the foreign, you still ride in beaters

Went an bought me a whip, and still got the steamers

Said you love me, I know, but I really need you

Ride around town in a seven-liter

Woke up in the sky, shorty feel like 2099

Shit, you fucked up my head, now I started losing track of time

You say it's your first time, but you do this all the time

Where you gotta go, where you gotta be?

Who you gotta see, where you gotta meet

Like woah, woah, how's it summertime? And my wrist so fucking cold, cold

Six months, ain't get no sleep, I been on the road, road

Not that I can't sleep, but my demons keep me up, bitch, I been on go, go

Pop out, bitch, I blow, blow, like pop out, bitch, get low, low

Slidin' right through 94, woah

I be getting too high on the low, woah

She a bad lil' bitch on Vogue, woah

On the front Tee rocking chrome, woah

In the finfin, losing control, woah

Feel the kick, I feel turbo, woah

Got rocks on my neck on gold, woah

With a wallet too fat won't fold, woah

With a wallet too fat, won't fold, oh

Got rocks on my neck, on gold, oh

With a wallet too fat, won't fold, oh