(Yuh yuh yuh yuh)
(Hop in the whip)
(Hop in the whip)
(Yuh yuh yuh yuh)
(Yuh)
Hop in the
Hop in the
Hop in the
Hop in the
Hop in the
Hop in the whip
(Whip)
Go for a drive
(Drive)
It's cold outside
Ten thirty five
Right on the dot
Please don't blow my high
This is a story
About a boy
Who almost lost his life
Life comes fast
And in a hurry
Can't play this shit twice
Can't play this shit twice
No
Can't play this shit twice
Bitch don't blow my high
No
Please don't blow my high
Can't play this shit twice
No
Can't play this shit twice
Bitch don't blow my
Mother f*ckin highhhhhh
(Yeah yeah)
No surpriseeeee
I just got pulled over at the lightttt
F*ck
You rightttt
I shouldn't have started smoking in my rideeee
Wait
Okay like I can't go to jail
If this
White cop put these cuffs on me
Bro who gon pay my bail
Asked me if I smoked
And I said
No you dumb as hell
Than I
Grabbed his f*ckin gun
Hopped out the whip
And then I yelled
If you got a f*ckin problem
Than you can meet this choppa
I ain't with the politics
Bro I don't like no drama
I been on my dolo nigga
Feel like Obama
Woke up like the president
Bah bah bah
Osama
I shot him
Now I'm runnin away
And he dead
Now I'm runnin away
Five stars
Floating right over my head
Get the f*ck out my way
Like where am I going
I need me a bed
Niggas sleeping on me
That ain't part of the story
Just need to be said
(I know myself)
(Don't give a f*ck)
(I took the long way home)
(I took the long way)
(Niggas coulda gone the wrong wayyy)
(Heyyyy)
(Aye)
(Heyyyy)
(Aye)
(Heyyy)
(Hey hey hey hey)
(Hey hey hey)