| Look, polo on my body like it’s 96
|
| I came into this club looking for a lick
|
| Ayy, a lick sip I look so liquor I zip my lips
|
| Would ya look at that? |
| That nigga done took his
|
| Ayy, gotta get back, my niggas ain’t rookies
|
| Gotta get that, my heroes all took it
|
| Gotta get racks, email my bookings
|
| Gotta get racks, not for these hookers
|
| For my sons, the world too small
|
| Your girl too uh, and she like balls
|
| Don’t sip, it feel right
|
| That’s the feud in the night
|
| Use your body right
|
| Record the actions, claim the summer night
|
| Reward the efforts, satisfactions
|
| You too can run next tip and smash it
|
| Talk a big check, then laugh and cash it
|
| Manly manage, manage, manly young boy like Will Weather
|
| Danger, danger
|
| Same lil nigga in his own space
|
| Make it shake, sum' like a sundae
|
| Need the milk, make a plate
|
| Call yo bitch, four faces on the paint
|
| Play a roll nor face
|
| Haul the face, right there
|
| Paint it paint it and I can’t it
|
| Why not you why not advise like
|
| My embago night, goggle sight
|
| I’m like the side bug tonight
|
| 'Cus I’m locked in trying get you hyped
|
| I’m not the vise lord tonight
|
| 'Cus em black bagolas always down to write
|
| Running around is a feeling of excitement
|
| Are you excited?
|
| Running around is a feeling of excitement
|
| Are you excited? |
| Aye
|
| Running around is a feeling of excitement
|
| Staying stagnant, they sending you for indictment
|
| Get your ass the backstage, you’re one to try me
|
| Run your cash, rip the last thing, I think it’s fighting
|
| Security, get the world back, I need an IV
|
| And surely I get back quick to doing my things
|
| And my dreams, and my bees, and no weed and no sleep
|
| I got my head on straight, but nigga, I’m me
|
| I got my head on straight, but nigga, I’m me |