Droptop beamer bitch
I can't even see straight
Faded of these blunts
Roll another I don't need breaks
Bitch we pulling up (yuh)
Bitch we pulling up (yuh)
Geeked off these drugs
So you know why I'm f*cked up
(Yuh)
Henny in my system
Yeah it need it my blood
Shorty f*cked me up
(Yuh)
So I don't f*ck with her
Roll up the gas
Bitch I feel like I'm floating
F*ck it I don't care
I just wanna feel something
(Yuh)
She wants to go out on a weekday
Your girl got my autograph from eBay
I don't really care what he say
The scars on your arms tell me, his nothing
Petals on her chest, spelt out, come f*ck me
F*ck me in the morning, cause tonight, I feel nothing
F*ck me till the morning, write a song all about it
But I will hurt myself, and fall in love, if you want it