Down 4 Kid Ink

[Hook]
Uhh speakers up, loud weed
Rollin in the back seat
Smokin on that loud seed
The clouds in my back seat
I just want that
I just want that
Money like an athlete
Say that I'm the realest nigga
Here if you ask me

[Verse 1]
Uhh, yea I'm on fire
Come and ash me
Just crept in feelin
Greater than your gatsby
You ain't gotta
You ain't gotta, gas me
High out the galaxy
No gravity
But I can feel her grabbin me
Shawty wanna little bit
Yeaa uhh take her home
Homicide
Kill that shit tempurpedic
I spill that shit still baby
You can feel that shit
Drippin down your legs
I'm about to go in I hope you
Ready for it