[Intro:]
Fresh outta that
Back to the trap
808, y'll really want some more n***a?
[Hook:]
Hey, I f** her once, forget her
I pull up in them setup
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your b**h choosin', just let her
Your b**h choosin', just let her
Your b**h choosin', just let her
Your b**h choosin', just let her
[Verse 1:]
Ugh, all that Kush, whole lotta cars
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spice
Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot
And it ain't gonna stop
[Bridge:]
My n***as got (all in)
My n***as got (all in)
My n***as came (up in here)
My n***as came (up in here)
Your n***as ain't (ballin')
Your n***as ain't (ballin')
That's why your b**h want
(A real n***a to call in)
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind
Tryna find out where I'm going
Your girl's figured out what I'm driving
You're out on the town and your n***a don't know
Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low
You ain't on Instragram taking pictures
Tryna make the best of the moment
Parents don't know when your boss might k** ya
Many hoes so familiar
One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha
Like the ho from the Clippers
Laid up watchin' movies in my bed in they slippers
I got all this
I got a crib with a court in the back, motherf**er I'm ballin'
Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then
As I called it
(Your b**h want me, woah
Aw man, sh**, ey! 28 grams n***a)
And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit
sh** I got on, it ain't from the store
Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's
Young Khalifa man, all on the walls
[Hook]
[Outro:]
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Oh my God
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