Blood on my tongue
Wait, wait I don't want to
Don't feel a thing
Oh well, think I need to
Two for the road
I just say it's for you
Drop it, yeah drop it
Ayy, how you drop it you can feel that sh**
Sometimes feel like Steven Spielberg
Horror scenes to fill my face
So I'm tryna feel them tits
My bad it's just a dick in it
Ballin' on the floor
And I can't help it, no I can't resist
Baby girl I love you, love you
Let's just go and have some kids
Get the f** a-f**-away from me
I don't know who you is
Where the f** the f** my phone is
I think that my mama called
What you what you mean
I haven't moved or even made a sound
Hands inside the ride
It's too late to call it quits
Feel like we goin' slow
We only on hour six
Damn what I get into
I feel like a f**in' fool
Jump inside that f**in'
Yeah yeah yeah issa dog too
Just like you were brought to
All she wanna pop but
She won't do it proper
Pop her somewhere later
Private population
I been peakin' two damn times
Don't know last time [?]
Yeah 410 we got a problem
Yes Houston got a problem
Keep on poppin' these
Poppin' wheelies and boy you bound to pop em
No stoppin'
They watchin'
f** it we still ain't stoppin'
Crash the whip
The first time we lit up
We had to duck and dodge 'em damn
A n***a throwin' up, can't even hold it up
I know they know its us, and don't know who to trust
They tell me cough it up, I couldn't cough it up
Cause I was coughin' up, open the coffin up