[Intro]
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
(Aye, CGM, where you at)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Walkin' outside in the rain
Pourin' all my pain in the drank
Smokin' so much, I can't think
I been gettin' lost in the range
I been gettin' lost in the range, rover
If jakes get behind, I ain't pullin' over
What's in the bag, purple sodas
I'ma bat outta here, I get flyer than locusts
I go to sleep with my chains on
Shawty, she ride and she sing my songs
I got a lot of clothes but I think I want more
Yeah, I stay gettin' fresh, no it's never over
Yeah, I stay gettin' high and I'm never sober
I turnеd dark when she said it was over
All my old hoеs, I don't know you
My heart colder than a night in October
[Verse 1]
International flight, take 'bout 12 hours, I'ma pop me a Xan' on that bitch
Late night, lights off, no gymnastics, shawty gon' do a handstand on the dick
I stay clear but I pop my shit and I do real fashion got more than Rick
Like Raf Simons, Demeulemeester, I'ma switch my ho' if I don't need her
If I don't pour up, I'm not eatin'
Wake up, put it on, look easy
I like tattoos, love the needles
If a opp nigga come my way, I'ma squeeze
She put her ass in my face, I squeeze it
Live on night time, perfect evening
Shades on, long dreads, feel like Weezy
I'm here for a long time, the people need me
I'm, thinkin' I lost my mind, my weed way louder than police sirens
I gotta ball with these perfect diamonds, I keep gettin' money, no assignments
I'm way too spiritual, livin' alignment
She all on me, but I don't mind it
I do everything with perfect timing
I do no cheap clothes, everything designer
This old ass tee cost an arm and a leg
If she put it on me, I'ma put her to bed
We ain't scared of no nigga, we gon' knock off his head
And I don't listen to no hater, I don't care what you said
With this swag, I go short bus, sped
She asked what's in my cup, meds
Can't declassify me bitch I'm not dead
I'm in the backroom with a loaf of bread
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
(Aye, CGM, where you at)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Walkin' outside in the rain
Pourin' all my pain in the drank
Smokin' so much, I can't think
I been gettin' lost in the range
I been gettin' lost in the range, rover
If jakes get behind, I ain't pullin' over
What's in the bag, purple sodas
I'ma bat outta here, I get flyer than locusts
I go to sleep with my chains on
Shawty, she ride and she sing my songs
I got a lot of clothes but I think I want more
Yeah, I stay gettin' fresh, no it's never over
Yeah, I stay gettin' high and I'm never sober
I turnеd dark when she said it was over
All my old hoеs, I don't know you
My heart colder than a night in October
[Verse 1]
International flight, take 'bout 12 hours, I'ma pop me a Xan' on that bitch
Late night, lights off, no gymnastics, shawty gon' do a handstand on the dick
I stay clear but I pop my shit and I do real fashion got more than Rick
Like Raf Simons, Demeulemeester, I'ma switch my ho' if I don't need her
If I don't pour up, I'm not eatin'
Wake up, put it on, look easy
I like tattoos, love the needles
If a opp nigga come my way, I'ma squeeze
She put her ass in my face, I squeeze it
Live on night time, perfect evening
Shades on, long dreads, feel like Weezy
I'm here for a long time, the people need me
I'm, thinkin' I lost my mind, my weed way louder than police sirens
I gotta ball with these perfect diamonds, I keep gettin' money, no assignments
I'm way too spiritual, livin' alignment
She all on me, but I don't mind it
I do everything with perfect timing
I do no cheap clothes, everything designer
This old ass tee cost an arm and a leg
If she put it on me, I'ma put her to bed
We ain't scared of no nigga, we gon' knock off his head
And I don't listen to no hater, I don't care what you said
With this swag, I go short bus, sped
She asked what's in my cup, meds
Can't declassify me bitch I'm not dead
I'm in the backroom with a loaf of bread
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