Music: Elijah Naughton
I just poured up red, red, how that drank taste?
I jus came up, awesome, like this shit my birthday
I jus rock designer, you can't beat me on my worst day
I be spending, spending bags, yeah I know your pockets hurt
I'm on the call with my demon
I'm on the call with my demon
I pour a 4 and I'm leanin'
Doin these drugs for no reason
She hit my phone, she fiendin'
Tell (?), gotta lower the (?)
Tell that b***h you know I'm speedin
I ****ed that b***h and then I'm leaving
Wanna kick it with a vamp?
She wanna kick it with some vamps, yuh
She wanna go take me a pic, I get on the wall, then hit my stancΠ΅, yeah
She wanna suck on my d**k, I'm off a perc but I won't crash, yΠ΅ah
I got drank, wouldn't run out
Come outside, when the suns out
Come outside, when the muh****in' sun out
I'm on that real deal vamp shit ****in dat b***h when the muh****in' sun down
My momma told me to stop it, I told her I can't put these muh****in' pill down
Can't stop crackin' these seal now
Can't stop smokin' that loud
I'm goin up, this shit for real now, yeah, yeah
Sold my soul to the devil, I don't need no deal now, yeah, yeah
Oh, Trissy pint for bands, oh, yeah
Everybody in this room is geeked in here
Japanese my fabric, I don't rock no Moncler
**** that archive in my closet I can't pick out what to wear
I got me a model b***h, and I'm gon' pull her hair
Stayin' undercover you can't step foot in this lair
I'm out in LA, I'm blowin' smoke up in the air
You cannot do this shit right now, you cannot live this life right now
You can't -- you can't rock with squad
You can't hang with a big dawg
I did 4 percs, she think it's a lot
You get on my nerves, I know you a liar
Hop in the coupe, then I'm swervin' off
I just poured up red, red, how that drank taste?
I jus came up, awesome, like this shit my birthday
I jus rock designer, you can't beat me on my worst day
I be spending, spending bags, yeah I know your pockets hurt