[Chorus x2]
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
(Let me talk to 'em)
Dawg, it's the weirdo again
I packed my bags back up in the land
Hoes talk down and then shake your hand
Believe me my nigga, supply and demand
I walked that line I learned them ropes
Did my thing; I prayed and hoped
Now I'm getting back cuz my thick hoes wanna date
Put no limit just twerkin' and movin'
I stick and probe when I get it in then I might dip fast
If you focused you might cash
But not like Ray so please fall back
Live your life don't focus on money
Hello girl you can call me the moon man
Up above I fly fast anywhere nigga any given time a couple lines
Homeboy I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it
And I keep that wahoo fitted
Flow was gravy, Bape, beige and navys
Back in high school hoes tried to diss me
Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing
Give me five minutes, she all on my ding-a-ling
Can't live if you ain't about something
Can't talk if you live life frontin'
Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time
Never handed it so I took mine
I didn't have a watch so I took time
Format it now they gotta jock it
My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it
Now them same mother fuckers keep 501's
10 Deep, bumpin' that slab up
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
(Let me talk to 'em)
Dawg, it's the weirdo again
I packed my bags back up in the land
Hoes talk down and then shake your hand
Believe me my nigga, supply and demand
I walked that line I learned them ropes
Did my thing; I prayed and hoped
Now I'm getting back cuz my thick hoes wanna date
Put no limit just twerkin' and movin'
I stick and probe when I get it in then I might dip fast
If you focused you might cash
But not like Ray so please fall back
Live your life don't focus on money
Hello girl you can call me the moon man
Up above I fly fast anywhere nigga any given time a couple lines
Homeboy I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it
And I keep that wahoo fitted
Flow was gravy, Bape, beige and navys
Back in high school hoes tried to diss me
Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing
Give me five minutes, she all on my ding-a-ling
Can't live if you ain't about something
Can't talk if you live life frontin'
Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time
Never handed it so I took mine
I didn't have a watch so I took time
Format it now they gotta jock it
My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it
Now them same mother fuckers keep 501's
10 Deep, bumpin' that slab up
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