Yeah, yeah, yeah
Son of a
What up?
She weird, all my bussing
All my teachers cutting
All these clocks got playing
Son of a, blow that roof out
Ain't the change when we got rich
Young, tryna go shoot out
I'm with a feel poppin'
And I'm still robbin'
Rockin', rockin'
And I'm still solid
And I'm still countin'
At this point, I should
Wild out
Barely pull up, Batman's like
Pull up on time, I pipe
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop out, I'm like
I fight, yeah
Bad, unforgettable
Niggas, it's incredible
Storytellers, * a bit, done four hours
I'm on my college with Festwood
All of these racks and I'm up
She on her get to the money
And lie to these niggas
I'm thinkin' about wipin' a
Get the * out of my bubble
The kind of trouble
But I don't wanna hate
She watch her face
When the crib like the
Got a hubble in there
So I'm runnin' away
Runnin' and jump to the money
I'm smokin' too much
But I'm tryna feel funny
And smoke
I used to have my own supply
I was nervous, I was runnin' up
What up?
She weird on my bus and
All my t-shirts cuttin'
All these clocks got blazed
Sweet codeine with sour
Son of, blow that roof out
Ain't change when we got rest
Young, tryna go shoot out
I'm with a pill poppin'
And I'm still robbin'
Rockin', rockin'
And I'm still robbin'
And I'm still countin'
At this point I should wild out
They only pull up bad man's
She pull up on time I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop out on my
Pop out on my
All my t-shirts cuttin'
All these clocks got blazed
Sweet codeine with sour
Son of, blow that roof out
Ain't change when we got rest
Young, tryna go shoot out
I'm with a pill poppin'
And I'm still robbin'
Rockin', rockin'
And I'm still robbin'
Rockin', rockin'

And I'm still countin'
At this point I should wild out
They only pull up
I bring my pipe in

That man's like, pull up, one time I pipe
I pull up, I bring my bike in
Pop out, I'm like, I fight, yeah