hopped up im too crunked now
to get out of this hummer
losing imy mind every other (time im bummered)
cluein into holes like its a Kdrama
brother got that foil from the past other mother
mr, get out of ya fukin lil flower
you as a real a every three headed clover
got ya hands in my glovebox,
if you scramblin for a dolla,
n u got a mind that you just cannot ever follow
bitches be flexin when they comin
dimebags, duscolored eyes,
thorugh the lens, matters fine,
as her lexus, double grind,
to the metal, laced up panel, where you henchin,
cmon beat, another wrapper,
into pulpous cetic critics
when youre goin down this hexin
ill be deeper than solar plexus
riding like a tyrannical rexus
this is how far ill reach my presskit
cuz im living off of breakfast
but im reachin for that brisket
wanna basket full of fishes
reallign my own messages
nevermind i got you flexin
i can see yo pecks from texas lol
flower faced judas headed
when im closing all my stiches
homies got that blue collar
going off that loose holla
i wont rush to that place where they mess
baby you not even text
got me on that hella mex
maybe im of the pocket
man im goin of out ya mind
i just got a message
tellin me that all the time
yeah but you really on my mind, and you
really got that fine way of blowing up in my pace
cuz its summer all the time,
and u always gonna find me losing all of my pe soszzz
