Ayy, I just ran it up, I'm outta here F*ck that talkin, boy, don't bring that
Over here Too much drink up in my cup, can't even steer
Bitch, I'm flooded and I can't see, my vision's smeared
Might just pop the tin, I might pop another She just brought a friend, told her bring
Her mother Bitch, I'm out my body, I can't feel no
Suffer All this money on me, spent that shit like
Nothin' Uh, yeah, racks too tall, I can't fold em
Bit too bad, I might take her to the ocean Random stick, automatic, leave em frozen
Talkin' crazy, now we missin, now we ghostin
Ayy, I just ran it up, I'm outta here F*ck that talkin, boy, don't bring that
Over here Too much drink up in my cup, can't even steer
Bitch, I'm flooded and I can't see, my vision's smeared
My vision's smeared
My vision's smeared
My vision's smeared