Music: Slayyyter/Wyatt Bernard/Austin Dale Corona
I'm gettin' tweaky, I'm headin' out
Bitch, I'm on to somethin'
I stray just like a dog addicted to that heavy ****in'
I wanna get on it, jump on him
Ride it until the mornin'
I'm leaving this party, it's shit
And all of these bitches boring
Call up your dealer, it's that time of night
Let me get you right
Let me get you right
Crank it, uh
Turn up the speakers, do not piss me off
Paris to New York
What you standin' for?
Crank it, uh
I stay straight, I stay bad, I keep my finger on the trigger
I'm so bad, my hoes bad
If I get drunk, might have to ring her
She pick up, then we ****
I get so gay off that tequila
I need some dick for Tuesday
Let me go put out some feelers
Crank it, uh
He wanna **** Slayyyter
Richard, we should link later
Get to my hotel and suck him off
In the elevator
Saint Laurent
Jacket on the ground
I'ma money maker
I spill the salt shaker
Buckle bunny, bad behavior
Bitch, I'm on junkie time
Drop dimes
Big truck, crank up
Sublime
That's right
That's right
That's what I ****in' like
Can't say no sentences right
My eyes go blind
My mind is fine, it's, uh
Alright
Alright
Alright
Crank it, uh
I stay straight, I stay bad, I keep my finger on the trigger
I'm so bad, my hoes bad
If I get drunk, might have to ring her
She pick up, then we ****
I get so gay off that tequila
I need some dick for Tuesday
Let me go put out some feelers