Smoking on a pound of weed, I had to doze off
And a bad bitch with me, with her clothes off
Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
I had to go off, I had to go off
Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
I had to go off, I had to go off
Close curtains on them boys, I had to show off
Yeah, pull up in that '97, like it's '97
Third eye wide open, watching for the devil
Hit my daughter with a trip to Carter's 'fore I left her
Make sure when she go to daycare
She gonna look the freshest
Eating dinner with my niggas, feeling real boss
Shout out Complex Magazine, for that extra salt
Shout out 1317, I rep it 'til I'm gone
I had to go off, I had to go off
I found out I really am a star
In my own way, we ain't listening to y'all
We gonna run it up at any cost
Nah, nah, we ain't finna starve
