Sugar Rush (feat. Kid Dre & Chowder Band$)

Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well

Wish a **** would so I wish him well wish him well

Lock a **** up like a prison cell prison cell

Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope

Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well

Wish a **** would so I wish him well wish him well

Lock a **** up like a prison cell prison cell

Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope

Fuck your new pack better hit the sack

How your bars cheesy but somehow you still forgot the mac

I'm the big mac but hold the ketchup

Lost in the sauce make you think you're special

I was kicking shit like a kid in the womb

Applying that pressure to bitches in bloom

The bloom is the flower I am in my element

Blocking my shine you **** is negative

**** is sensitive no one competitive

Thoughts full like my closet with skeletons

Close to my relatives taking excedrin

Attention on me in the room like an elephant

I am the best of it stuck on my preferences

Hating you **** I guess I'm conservative

Don't know what murder is but I'm still killing this

And the executives taking my owner ship

Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well

Wish a **** would so I wish him well wish him well

Lock a **** up like a prison cell prison cell

Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope

Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well

Wish a **** would so I wish him well wish him well

Lock a **** up like a prison cell prison cell

Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope

**** stop it I've been making plays like a **** name Klay Thompson

Watch ya walking I ain't beefing bout shit

But a **** got sticks

Thirty glocks they match my fit

Thirty shots in different whips

It pay cost to be legit

It pay to cost to be this lit

Band man bad man bad bitches all around me what the fuck I do

You come up **** now they stuck on you

And they ain't really even fuck with you

I pull it out and she gon suck it too

Too fast stepping on the gas

If he come in running he gon come in last

Gucci fucking tags stuffing louie bags

And a **** popping tags

I might skrt off in a jag this shit fast it can never lack

And a **** got the swag first name Charles last name Braggs

Real bad man shit young **** going in I can't lack

And I'm really off a perc talking bout thirty

Imma shoot shots talking bout forty

Young **** popping imma get more

And I fuck on your whore

And I leave that little bitch at the door

Leave her begging for more

I'm that young **** catching skulls catching plays young **** doing it uh