Look at my neck shine (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh) I just be smoking up dope, chyeah Louis down head to my toe, chyeah I just might buy the store, chyeah Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah Fuck a bitch two

Pour me up a 4 and I'll feel like myself again Roll me up some dope and I'll feel like myself again Drivin' solo, I'm just swervin' through my ends I'mma break every box they try to put me in When I'm sober I just don't like who I am I got a lot of

I need you more than dope My heart would break without you Might not awake without you Been hurting low, from living high for so long I'm sorry, and I love you Sing with me, "Bell Bottom Blue" I'll keep on searching for an answer 'Cause I need you more

And I wonder what it's been like Man in the mirror, my hero 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya When I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito It's written all over my face One of

Dee do de de, dee do de de I don't have no time for no monkey business I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah Got to be some good times ahead Di, di, di, di, di, di, di Be-dop, be-dop, be-dop, be-dop Dee do dee do day Dee do dee do dee do dee do

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick

Yes I'm still off of the (yuh, yuh, yuh) Slime! (uh, who is it) Water! (ayy) Shout out, no mucus (ha, ha, ha) (Natra) Yeah, um, okay (ay, ay, ay, ay) Never been sleeping, 'cause I'm woke bitch And yes I'm still off of the new po bitch uh I'm off dope

(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality Man, you been doing all this dope producing You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is So what you want me to do?

Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days Money get made, bitches don't ever get saved Saint Laurent shades, cookin' up dope, gettin' paid She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page I was already red bottom, came on the scene It's hard

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope You-you a mouse in a trap house (trap house), I'ma dog in a cat house (cat house) Don't bring me no