Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
10 racks, for the glass and I'm trippin' now
Where I go
Where I go yeah I'm trippin' now
Flyin' first class and I'm flyin' round the world
What the fuck you sayin' bitch
When you sit your ass at home
Gucci, Chanel
Boy can't you tell, where I'm from
Ridin' with the gun
Yeah I'm strung
Flippin' off the Sun
Bitches bad
Glazing honey blunt
Lost in the sauce think I got out
These bitches really horny when I'm brought up
Lost in the club I see the street lights
Yeah I'm blinded from the last thing I got right
I don't go outside I hate the sunlight
It bite my fuckin' skin, I don't feel right
Ridin' round town yeah I got that
Drugs on demand yeah I want that
Got two kilos in my [?]
Bitched want me cause I hit that
Runnin' round town in the [?]
Fuck it up, and I hit now
I'ma hit now then I make a list now
Tell you everything bad about you
Got two
I don't give a fuck, bitch I doubt you
Got two
I can make you cry but I ain't bout to
Fuck you
10 racks for the glass and I'm trippin' now
Where I go
Where I go yeah I'm trippin' now
Flyin' first class and I'm flyin' round the world
What the fuck you sayin' bitch
When you sit your ass at home
Gucci, Chanel
Boy can't you tell where I'm from
Ridin' with the gun
Yeah I'm strung
Flippin' off the Sun
Bitches bad
Glazing honey blunt
