Gay (feat. teengore)

In the party with stick jit look like a wand

You say you need xans you gon call that **** Juan

I get 10 speed pullin out four door garage

Said you cant afford please dont touch my shit on squad

Said she fell in love baby I aint typing knots

In a striker on a vic bitch I got my jog

Boy you cryin bout a bitch now you gettin soft

Shit I was cryin bout a bitch think Im gettin soft

She like twin its been a minute

Heard you finna quit

Vv came in stackin digits

Mama told me get it

Got some **** stay on third

Then we gettin

my name is miles and i really gotta go

I wanna stay but i gotta hit the road

One day imma do a bunch of shows

Got a holster full of many different flows

Muthafucka you do not know who youre talkin to

And my bullets make you sad because my blick is blue

They say you are what you eat i make em chicken stew

Oh my god just get out of the room

just get out of the room

Look up and you know you see me flying

Cuz this weed got me so high I think im dying

And if i think too hard i just break out crying

People hatin on me ill just keep on trying

Oh my god yea I gotta keep on trying

Even tho sometimes I just feel like im dying

And im goin 90 miles down the freeway

St louis drivers will never give you leeway

I got a friend and I think that he might be gay

But thats not my business so ill let this beat play

Ill let this beat play

Ohhhh