Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay
Hop in the road like re do lay
She want a chip like frito-lay
I had to sit down on the way
She wanna take down all the pain
I got joanin' on my name
I had to do some good things
I had to pull up on a rover truck, like I got range
She wanna pull up like whats up with ya, ya sober mane
I got dope, now tryna finish ya
Cum in your brain
She wanna sit on the clock, yeah
The clock don't got a tock
So it tick tock down the drop
She wanna lip lock lets lock, yeah
She wanna take percs, uh
Cause she know I'm too hurt, uh
And she know I stay depressed, uh
I got shit up in my shirt, uh
We be doing all types of percs
We be doing all types of things
She be doing all types of hurt
I be doing all types of things
Yeah
I be killing her
Killing her brain
Yeah
This shit is insane
Yeah
I had to do a lil lil lil lane
Yeah
Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch over
I wanna pull up and she getting over
I wanna bend that ass right over
F*cking her now I'm sober
Yeah, yeah thats over now
She wanna get on the pole now
I hit her in nova now
She wanna get on the loader now