I run out
It's back in fo the night
Got gas that take you on a flight
How she gone leave
I'm the one that f*ck her right
I'm dropping wood but that pussy still tight
Want pressure
Get that shit on sight
We was outside
Y'all was in for the night
Roll up a blunt and get higher than a kite
We got exotic
They smoking something slight
Having exotic
The smoking something slight
I'm copping that bag if they got the prices right
Designer jeans
Amiri on the side
Got this Glock on my hip
Better think about yo life
She a cold ass bitch
So i call her ice spice
Broke my heart once
But she can't do it twice
Do it again
You gambling with yo life
One of one
Son of a gun
Hollow tip bust out my pipe
Stuffing her guts
She want me to cuff
But I can't she ain't even my type
Naw she ain't even my type
I f*ck her good and tell her goodbye
All these questions
Keep asking me why
Ask me no question
I tell you no lie
Here for a good time
I ain't in it for life
I'm the one
You the two
Like the vice
Presidents coming in by the pack
Hell naw can't make you wife
Kept f*cking up till I got it right
We going up but I'm still afraid of heights
Call yo bluff cuz they only acting tough
Behind a cellular device
Gotta know how to swim for real
It's sharks to yo left and right
Unc work the graveyard shift
And he beat the block like he Ike
I ain't have no one to lean on
So I put that shit in my sprite
We get sky, high
I'm not your average kite
Feel like I need you during the day
But be gone by tonight
They left me blind
Should've seen the signs
But it's iight
I know you was lying
So I recline when I see you on sight
Every time I hit the za
It hit me back like we having a fight
I put my heart on ice
Living one hell of a life
Living one hell of a life
But we still tryna go to heaven
Lil bruh don't f*ck with the police
He skipped over 12 when he was 11
F*ck with that dog, like Mike Vick
F*ck round roll up me a 7
Can't get no tips
And I won't slip
This transmission came out a Chevy
Having exotic they smoking something slight
Copping that bag they got the prices right
Designer jeans amiri on the side
Got this Glock on my hip better think about ya life
You better think about ya life
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I run out
It's back in fo the night
Got gas that take you on a flight
How she gone leave
I'm the one that f*ck her right
I'm dropping wood but that pussy still tight
Want pressure
Get that shit on sight
We was outside
Y'all was in for the night
Roll up a blunt and get higher than a kite
We got exotic
They smoking something slight
Having exotic
The smoking something slight
I'm copping that bag if they got the prices right
Designer jeans
Amiri on the side
Got this Glock on my hip
Better think about yo life
She a cold ass bitch
So i call her ice spice
Broke my heart once
But she can't do it twice
Do it again
You gambling with yo life
One of one
Son of a gun
Hollow tip bust out my pipe
Stuffing her guts
She want me to cuff
But I can't she ain't even my type
Naw she ain't even my type
I f*ck her good and tell her goodbye
All these questions
Keep asking me why
Ask me no question
I tell you no lie
Here for a good time
I ain't in it for life
I'm the one
You the two
Like the vice
Presidents coming in by the pack
Hell naw can't make you wife
Kept f*cking up till I got it right
We going up but I'm still afraid of heights
Call yo bluff cuz they only acting tough
Behind a cellular device
Gotta know how to swim for real
It's sharks to yo left and right
Unc work the graveyard shift
And he beat the block like he Ike
I ain't have no one to lean on
So I put that shit in my sprite
We get sky, high
I'm not your average kite
Feel like I need you during the day
But be gone by tonight
They left me blind
Should've seen the signs
But it's iight
I know you was lying
So I recline when I see you on sight
Every time I hit the za
It hit me back like we having a fight
I put my heart on ice
Living one hell of a life
Living one hell of a life
But we still tryna go to heaven
Lil bruh don't f*ck with the police
He skipped over 12 when he was 11
F*ck with that dog, like Mike Vick
F*ck round roll up me a 7
Can't get no tips
And I won't slip
This transmission came out a Chevy
Having exotic they smoking something slight
Copping that bag they got the prices right
Designer jeans amiri on the side
Got this Glock on my hip better think about ya life
You better think about ya life
It's back in fo the night
Got gas that take you on a flight
How she gone leave
I'm the one that f*ck her right
I'm dropping wood but that pussy still tight
Want pressure
Get that shit on sight
We was outside
Y'all was in for the night
Roll up a blunt and get higher than a kite
We got exotic
They smoking something slight
Having exotic
The smoking something slight
I'm copping that bag if they got the prices right
Designer jeans
Amiri on the side
Got this Glock on my hip
Better think about yo life
She a cold ass bitch
So i call her ice spice
Broke my heart once
But she can't do it twice
Do it again
You gambling with yo life
One of one
Son of a gun
Hollow tip bust out my pipe
Stuffing her guts
She want me to cuff
But I can't she ain't even my type
Naw she ain't even my type
I f*ck her good and tell her goodbye
All these questions
Keep asking me why
Ask me no question
I tell you no lie
Here for a good time
I ain't in it for life
I'm the one
You the two
Like the vice
Presidents coming in by the pack
Hell naw can't make you wife
Kept f*cking up till I got it right
We going up but I'm still afraid of heights
Call yo bluff cuz they only acting tough
Behind a cellular device
Gotta know how to swim for real
It's sharks to yo left and right
Unc work the graveyard shift
And he beat the block like he Ike
I ain't have no one to lean on
So I put that shit in my sprite
We get sky, high
I'm not your average kite
Feel like I need you during the day
But be gone by tonight
They left me blind
Should've seen the signs
But it's iight
I know you was lying
So I recline when I see you on sight
Every time I hit the za
It hit me back like we having a fight
I put my heart on ice
Living one hell of a life
Living one hell of a life
But we still tryna go to heaven
Lil bruh don't f*ck with the police
He skipped over 12 when he was 11
F*ck with that dog, like Mike Vick
F*ck round roll up me a 7
Can't get no tips
And I won't slip
This transmission came out a Chevy
Having exotic they smoking something slight
Copping that bag they got the prices right
Designer jeans amiri on the side
Got this Glock on my hip better think about ya life
You better think about ya life
Writer: Steven Nichols, Joshua Geemany
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid