Get high on my days man, yeah
[Hook]
My top off while I'm getting cheese
It's swag sh**, no wonder why these b**hes in my jeans
I'm just blowing on the grind, blow it, put it in the breeze
I'm smashin, as in my trans-am you know what it is
High fashion, that be the ladies ...sleeves
They say I'm meant for louie stores and stripes all on my team
It's established, these b**hes say they see us in they dreams
Just imagine, she say she was comin and this n***a she the baddest
Think I ever had on side of me that I been tagging
I said that you can't get enough of me, she went to laughing
Put it down, she know I put it down it ain't no practice
p**y just be coming nothing else when I'm in backin
Guess that's why she said that I'ma come when I'm in action
She say that I seem to give her all that satisfaction
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On my grind, you know I'm on my grind it ain't no lackin
Look I'm a pimp or better yet a mac like I'm just swagging
[Hook] x 2
My top off while I'm getting cheese
It's swag sh**, no wonder why these b**hes in my jeans
I'm just blowing on the grind, blow it, put it in the breeze
I'm smashin, as in my trans-am you know what it is
I switch it up and then ditch sh** out, I'm talking rap sh**
In the cut, located in the salt, I'm on my trap shift
Rubber bands, I'm out of duffle bags so you just stackin
Smokin out till I'm in wonderland, it's just a habit
I'm in my jet, you know I'm from the set
We gots to have it
Smokin frutty, we roll up a dub that's on the average
Poppin tags, we just clockin fast on that mike sh**
All around the world, and bring it back, that's on my flight tip
Steady runnin I'm just steady hustlin on my back flip
When I get it drop my people holdin ain't no textin
Cause it ain't nothing but the money
And if you ain't getting it, then ain't a damn thang funny
I got cousins in the slammer, know that they depending on me
Put the weight behind my back and when I'm blazin get to huntin
I'm just comin for the prey, you know my n***as we be hungry
Got a lot upon my plate, so I stay focused on the hundreds
[Hook] x 2
My top off while I'm getting cheese
It's swag sh**, no wonder why these b**hes in my jeans
I'm just blowing on the grind, blow it, put it in the breeze
I'm smashin, as in my trans-am you know what it is.