Yo what up bro
I got 30 minutes so lets make this happen
I got a reservation at Don Angies
Aii, hold up, hold up
Ok, I can hear myself
Does that sound good?
Yeah, I know it sounds good I, I don't know why I'm asking that
Ai
Lets go,
Go, go, go, yeah uh
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe
One time gone' sing this live
Petty rappers my sons, let me bag up they lunch
I could beat em all day to the point it ain't fun
In the sun, I'm twisted off Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly as me and realized that it's to expensive
I hope they get the message, "All you hoes is wack to us"
Me and Jowen out in Europe smoking through the aqueducts
F*ck em if they laugh at us, I'll puff until I had enough
My sneakers cost a thousand cause I studied how to stack it up
So watch me add it up
And add it up, and add it up
My opposition gone be patty flipping with a spatula
Ai, shit that's all I got, I done with this
I'm out of here, I gotta make that reservation
Ouuuuuuu, hold up, hold up
I think I could put one more over this
Yo Billy, bring the drums back one time
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
F*ck a reservation
Oh okay, yeah i definitely got one more in me
Lets go
Come on, uh
Go, yeah, go, go, go,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe, two times gone sing this live
Shit been at it all day, I been at it all month
I been smoking my haze, I been getting my sun
Gotta lock down till this album gets done
Yeah, its all about bass and it's all about drums
Summer time state, I ain't giving no f*cks
Shit, it's all about mind and it's all about love
Pistol gone pop shooting rhythm like guns
East coast shit, RIP to Big Pun
Never say less, cut this shit when I'm done
Never think about stress, imma live while I'm young yeah
Shit, yeah I never even talk about it
Bitches tryna get this off, I'm never getting off about it
Yeah, uh
Ten times never too much, ballin like I'm too clutch
Yeah, uh, uh uh
Ai, I think they could still take us so, f*ck we're outta here
Billy, I appreciate you, matter of fact, come with us
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Yo what up bro
I got 30 minutes so lets make this happen
I got a reservation at Don Angies
Aii, hold up, hold up
Ok, I can hear myself
Does that sound good?
Yeah, I know it sounds good I, I don't know why I'm asking that
Ai
Lets go,
Go, go, go, yeah uh
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe
One time gone' sing this live
Petty rappers my sons, let me bag up they lunch
I could beat em all day to the point it ain't fun
In the sun, I'm twisted off Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly as me and realized that it's to expensive
I hope they get the message, "All you hoes is wack to us"
Me and Jowen out in Europe smoking through the aqueducts
F*ck em if they laugh at us, I'll puff until I had enough
My sneakers cost a thousand cause I studied how to stack it up
So watch me add it up
And add it up, and add it up
My opposition gone be patty flipping with a spatula
Ai, shit that's all I got, I done with this
I'm out of here, I gotta make that reservation
Ouuuuuuu, hold up, hold up
I think I could put one more over this
Yo Billy, bring the drums back one time
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
F*ck a reservation
Oh okay, yeah i definitely got one more in me
Lets go
Come on, uh
Go, yeah, go, go, go,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe, two times gone sing this live
Shit been at it all day, I been at it all month
I been smoking my haze, I been getting my sun
Gotta lock down till this album gets done
Yeah, its all about bass and it's all about drums
Summer time state, I ain't giving no f*cks
Shit, it's all about mind and it's all about love
Pistol gone pop shooting rhythm like guns
East coast shit, RIP to Big Pun
Never say less, cut this shit when I'm done
Never think about stress, imma live while I'm young yeah
Shit, yeah I never even talk about it
Bitches tryna get this off, I'm never getting off about it
Yeah, uh
Ten times never too much, ballin like I'm too clutch
Yeah, uh, uh uh
Ai, I think they could still take us so, f*ck we're outta here
Billy, I appreciate you, matter of fact, come with us
I got 30 minutes so lets make this happen
I got a reservation at Don Angies
Aii, hold up, hold up
Ok, I can hear myself
Does that sound good?
Yeah, I know it sounds good I, I don't know why I'm asking that
Ai
Lets go,
Go, go, go, yeah uh
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe
One time gone' sing this live
Petty rappers my sons, let me bag up they lunch
I could beat em all day to the point it ain't fun
In the sun, I'm twisted off Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly as me and realized that it's to expensive
I hope they get the message, "All you hoes is wack to us"
Me and Jowen out in Europe smoking through the aqueducts
F*ck em if they laugh at us, I'll puff until I had enough
My sneakers cost a thousand cause I studied how to stack it up
So watch me add it up
And add it up, and add it up
My opposition gone be patty flipping with a spatula
Ai, shit that's all I got, I done with this
I'm out of here, I gotta make that reservation
Ouuuuuuu, hold up, hold up
I think I could put one more over this
Yo Billy, bring the drums back one time
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
F*ck a reservation
Oh okay, yeah i definitely got one more in me
Lets go
Come on, uh
Go, yeah, go, go, go,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe, two times gone sing this live
Shit been at it all day, I been at it all month
I been smoking my haze, I been getting my sun
Gotta lock down till this album gets done
Yeah, its all about bass and it's all about drums
Summer time state, I ain't giving no f*cks
Shit, it's all about mind and it's all about love
Pistol gone pop shooting rhythm like guns
East coast shit, RIP to Big Pun
Never say less, cut this shit when I'm done
Never think about stress, imma live while I'm young yeah
Shit, yeah I never even talk about it
Bitches tryna get this off, I'm never getting off about it
Yeah, uh
Ten times never too much, ballin like I'm too clutch
Yeah, uh, uh uh
Ai, I think they could still take us so, f*ck we're outta here
Billy, I appreciate you, matter of fact, come with us
Writer: Hunter Phay, Billy Butler
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