Ay Caramba

? Listen Like, age ain't nothing but a number I was 15 she was pulling on my jumper Blue jean white stitch, all on her bumper Backpack full of ganja she a Rasta' Smoke, coke, pills make her wonder Looking for another lil prey she a hunter Clap like thunder, ay caramba They can't never see another me, Steve Wonder (Huh) She like lean and coke Checking me in my white tee make her soaked, woah No conspiracy, woke Wanna gеt closer to god, take a toke, woah Will I gеt clean? Never know I was 17 ? Amphetamine ? what a joke Will I fly? Will I die? Millions, I don't know, huh Come to the club like no way I got renessy sippin my Rosé Backwoods, Indian xans, and cocaine She so fine but the brain ain't too sane Ney ney sniffing ney ney she the bae bae First day off the cocaine go cray cray I could look at myself right now like last year I was spinning like a Beyblade, yo Hoes on the same damn mission They wan' come to the crib on submission They can't see I'm the king of this sh Go take that trip to the ****ing optician 16 17 guns and kitchens Age ain't nothing but a number I was 15 she was pulling on my jumper Blue jean white stitch, all on her bumper Backpack full of ganja she a Rasta' Smoke, coke, pills make her wonder Looking for another lil prey she a hunter Clap like thunder, ay caramba They can't never see another me, Steve Wonder (Huh)