Filthy Jazz - $tay Young lyrics

Six4, crew [Verse 1] Ninety f**ing five when that kid came down to kick it Always been tight with b**hes since I had the golden ticket I get that sh** from my pops, he got popped when I made two All I do is grind, so they shine like I'm made to Blunts from the corner gas station that I skate to And I'm not even 18, this Asian lady's way cool Young as f** with the dreams you couldn't picture Purple leaning soda mixture, stir that sh** up in a pitcher Uh, who the f** can tell me not to live my life kites? I let them roast, let him float till I'm not sight My city trife, red laser from the Glock sights I'm feeling like Speed Racer with the top sliced Hoes, problems and hoes not in my radar n***as pose, my money grows I'm getting paid off, not correct Cause there's not many zeroes on this check But some freak hoes know my set Said they seen us on the net, posse Pimp like pilates, make the p**y paper stretch Know I'm coke on audio but even doper in the flesh b**h [Hook] I'll probably slob an ocean on my desk So they calling me a screw up but f** it I never grew up $tay Young