Faded off off the kush I'm I'm gone Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo We jack son then light up the "L", Samuel Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas Rats gone rat and and snakes

Said I'm I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and and slow So done with wishing you were still here So why can't I turn off off the radio? Why can't I turn off off the radio? And And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishing she was still here (Why

I won me a trophy I just wanna take you out and and show you off off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy I won me a trophy (I won, I won, I won) I

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

You might not never come down You may never ever come down It took too long to get this high off off the ground Don't run, just stay awhile Now you, drank up all my liquor, come on What I'm I'm supposed to do now? You talkin' all that shit, now come on You gonna

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to

10 Bands, 50 bands 100 bands, fuck it man Let's just not even discuss it man O-M-G Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace I been in the crib with the phones off off I been at the house taking no calls I done

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off off my shoes and and swim good, and and swim good Take off off this suit and and swim good, and and swim good, good Roaming around like I'm I'm ready for a funeral That's a pretty big trunk on

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off off Open up your skull I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection I am the pick in the ice