Lyrics

Im tellin you
If you gon hop in this ride rn chances ill pop off at yo melon
I wanna get inside
Get inside for your safety
Im finna make it out
But hit this lick like maybe
Bro gon hand me that big shit it dont got no damn safety
Walk up and get your wig split I dont work at the damn beauty supply
Took me a damn intermission
I was never with the kissin huh
He like bro can you fix my song damn bitch that shit missin sauce
Im on a mission yea
You cant get in my way
We gon blame yo head
Smooth like stick on yo ass to bed
Make you see the color Trippie dreads
He saw me walk down his gang fled
Fled
You heard what wokeups said
He saw us and the gang just fled
The gang just fled the gled just fled
Yea im ballin up I really gotta go hard
And im shining and im flying like a fuckin star
Muthafuck ya car I swipe my fuckin card
Trauma from when im a child left me very scarred
But im feelin like I really gotta go now
Cuz Im reelin in a lotta fuckin dough now
Smoking on the finest exotic dope now
Stay away from the coke im not a snow plow
But you really really really gotta go now
Dont knoy why but im switchin up the flow now
Muthafucka you need to pack ya bags
Shopped at saks and I will not cut the tags
Take a deep breath kick back and relax
Fried as shit and im munchin on some cheez its
My hand on my girls butt you know I squeeze it
Oh my god yea you know I gotta squeeze it
Gotta essay comin yea I gotta cheese it
Flow is like honey leaking from a bee tit
Written by: Miles McLeod, Mr Wokeups
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