[Verse 1: Lex Bratcher]
Yeah, huh, yo, okay, wow
Looking at the clock
I can see the time hours
That's just me, myself and I
'Cause I second hand smoke every minute hand out
Took the cannon on a trip
You know how it panned out
Caribbean for a hit
For a couple bands I employed
Shorty sells .50 sea shells on the sea shore
Eagle to his head
He really an island boy
No kids but she asking me to buy them toys
She want me to bop it, twist it and flick right per noise
She making, I'm liking the taste and I might implore for Miguel
Got me talking all I adore for it
Damn, when I'm done I can tell why she hate me
Mad I can't give her cat babies litter
And even if I could get her pregnant
I'd be bussing on the couch
Ain't my girl, you my babysitter
Lex stop
Please you joking
Being high heals, that's all that weed I'm toking
I'm the realest chosen
Millions like "That's my girl"
And ain't nobody coming to see you Otis
The season Moe kill the trees is potent
More gas needed than 18 wheeler road trips
Off caffeine and I'm fiending to speed the lotus
In the pass seat, I can't tell if she peed or soaking
Like glass half empty champagne been poured up
Ass I'm gripping, she want me to give them hoes up
You don't wanna see me Bella Noche
I turn into a savage
I'm a dog like where you been loca
Many mens wishing for my many ends, hold up
Hit the Benz, bulletproof tints in the whole truck
If you can't go to Bella Noches where the hell could you go
I don't know, but we finna have it tore up
Yeah, huh, yo, okay, wow
Looking at the clock
I can see the time hours
That's just me, myself and I
'Cause I second hand smoke every minute hand out
Took the cannon on a trip
You know how it panned out
Caribbean for a hit
For a couple bands I employed
Shorty sells .50 sea shells on the sea shore
Eagle to his head
He really an island boy
No kids but she asking me to buy them toys
She want me to bop it, twist it and flick right per noise
She making, I'm liking the taste and I might implore for Miguel
Got me talking all I adore for it
Damn, when I'm done I can tell why she hate me
Mad I can't give her cat babies litter
And even if I could get her pregnant
I'd be bussing on the couch
Ain't my girl, you my babysitter
Lex stop
Please you joking
Being high heals, that's all that weed I'm toking
I'm the realest chosen
Millions like "That's my girl"
And ain't nobody coming to see you Otis
The season Moe kill the trees is potent
More gas needed than 18 wheeler road trips
Off caffeine and I'm fiending to speed the lotus
In the pass seat, I can't tell if she peed or soaking
Like glass half empty champagne been poured up
Ass I'm gripping, she want me to give them hoes up
You don't wanna see me Bella Noche
I turn into a savage
I'm a dog like where you been loca
Many mens wishing for my many ends, hold up
Hit the Benz, bulletproof tints in the whole truck
If you can't go to Bella Noches where the hell could you go
I don't know, but we finna have it tore up
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