Yeah, yeah, aye
Imma say this once so don't get it twisted
I'm sorry that you know that I'm lifted
Bitches listen only when I'm down
Lighting splits and I'm too high above the ground
I just want things to go back before I was trapping
Rapping along, bitch slapping when you're wrong
I don't count this as a song, i just count it as some thoughts
Running along, running, running along
Prada bag on my hip, White snow on my wrist
Selling points at the crib, selling tabs to your bitch
Pussy better not snitch, had to empty out the clip
New waves, new kicks, making music for the kids
Young kid, I'm from the city, smile at your bitch, pretty
Night life been busy, new hoes been with me
Man, rest in peace Whitney
And I'm trapping out in Houston
James Harden where I'm shooting
Mama praying for my ruins
Ooh
Nah, nah don't put it out yet, don't put it out
I'll still hit it, Haha
Yeah, somebody hop in my whip
Shawty gon' hop in the whip, yuh, yuh
Put a whole eighth in the wood
Pass that shit to the whole clique
What, yuh
My new nickname be Young Cartier
Wear that shit like a new cardigan
We pop molly and go to the stars
My brain starts to feel so wavy, man
Wavy Man
Yeah
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Yeah, yeah, aye
Imma say this once so don't get it twisted
I'm sorry that you know that I'm lifted
Bitches listen only when I'm down
Lighting splits and I'm too high above the ground
I just want things to go back before I was trapping
Rapping along, bitch slapping when you're wrong
I don't count this as a song, i just count it as some thoughts
Running along, running, running along
Prada bag on my hip, White snow on my wrist
Selling points at the crib, selling tabs to your bitch
Pussy better not snitch, had to empty out the clip
New waves, new kicks, making music for the kids
Young kid, I'm from the city, smile at your bitch, pretty
Night life been busy, new hoes been with me
Man, rest in peace Whitney
And I'm trapping out in Houston
James Harden where I'm shooting
Mama praying for my ruins
Ooh
Nah, nah don't put it out yet, don't put it out
I'll still hit it, Haha
Yeah, somebody hop in my whip
Shawty gon' hop in the whip, yuh, yuh
Put a whole eighth in the wood
Pass that shit to the whole clique
What, yuh
My new nickname be Young Cartier
Wear that shit like a new cardigan
We pop molly and go to the stars
My brain starts to feel so wavy, man
Wavy Man
Yeah
Imma say this once so don't get it twisted
I'm sorry that you know that I'm lifted
Bitches listen only when I'm down
Lighting splits and I'm too high above the ground
I just want things to go back before I was trapping
Rapping along, bitch slapping when you're wrong
I don't count this as a song, i just count it as some thoughts
Running along, running, running along
Prada bag on my hip, White snow on my wrist
Selling points at the crib, selling tabs to your bitch
Pussy better not snitch, had to empty out the clip
New waves, new kicks, making music for the kids
Young kid, I'm from the city, smile at your bitch, pretty
Night life been busy, new hoes been with me
Man, rest in peace Whitney
And I'm trapping out in Houston
James Harden where I'm shooting
Mama praying for my ruins
Ooh
Nah, nah don't put it out yet, don't put it out
I'll still hit it, Haha
Yeah, somebody hop in my whip
Shawty gon' hop in the whip, yuh, yuh
Put a whole eighth in the wood
Pass that shit to the whole clique
What, yuh
My new nickname be Young Cartier
Wear that shit like a new cardigan
We pop molly and go to the stars
My brain starts to feel so wavy, man
Wavy Man
Yeah
Writer: David Weiner
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