Upside down beside the ocean Would last longer than that week did Blown away and barely breathin' And we spent that week wide open I didn't know where it was goin' Just tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks I should've known that kind of feelin' Sunday

Gotdamn, that bitch lit She said, "I don't smoke, I don't sip I do blow and that's it" Do a couple drugs, have a ting slide She gon' bust it open, let me inside If I was normal, woulda been died Fight night next to Puff, sitting ringside Yeah, and this

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil

Blue to gray Grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family If she weren't writing in blood She'd bring him her jokes A new liver

Well, it gettin' Late on into the evenin' and I feel like, like blowin' my home When I woke up this mornin' all I had, I had was gone Late on into the evenin', child, I feel like, like blowin' my home Well now, woke up this mornin', all I had was gone

Bad bitch know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack 'til I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I'm not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They

My best friend, best friend To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I hold You nearest Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance I can almost hear it When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I

Don't let it go blow up your ego I hate that I do, now you know Don't let it go, blow up your ego Oh, blow up your ego I'm thinking about you, you I'm drinking about you, you I'm talking about you, you

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

Oh, woah, oh, oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight But the party don't stop, no Tick tok, on the clock Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up