[Verse 1]
Mane I'm hot as hell like Texas in the summertime in a sweatsuit
This girl gon' sweat me till I text her, but she don't even know ima next her
I don't even try to impress her, I just do me and undress her
She wanna stay but I'm finna' tell her
Get up out my hotel-a
Girl I seen that text message that you just sent to your best friend
Telling her to tell her girlfriend that they needa' come get with this
But I can't lie, this is pretty nice
I got diamonds frozen in the girls ice
She looking around like what the fuck
Is this real? Should I be waking up?
I said it's up to you, but I'm finna' smoke
She pressing me, tryna' get the stroke
I hit the bitch with the okey doke
That pokey poke, and then I take a smoke
My planet healthy with good crops
I'm a farmer now, cause I'll grow the pot
Then smoke it with ya' if you cool enough
I smoke a lot but I don't smoke enough
Your girlfriend don't wanna be cuffed
Why the fuck you niggas so lame for?
I got spirit punch all for myself
And I ain't sharing nothing, you better help yourself
I'm working hard but I hardly work
She make some money when she start to twerk
I'm chilling out, moving ain't worth it
We gotta get high, baby close my curtains
Bitch
Mane I'm hot as hell like Texas in the summertime in a sweatsuit
This girl gon' sweat me till I text her, but she don't even know ima next her
I don't even try to impress her, I just do me and undress her
She wanna stay but I'm finna' tell her
Get up out my hotel-a
Girl I seen that text message that you just sent to your best friend
Telling her to tell her girlfriend that they needa' come get with this
But I can't lie, this is pretty nice
I got diamonds frozen in the girls ice
She looking around like what the fuck
Is this real? Should I be waking up?
I said it's up to you, but I'm finna' smoke
She pressing me, tryna' get the stroke
I hit the bitch with the okey doke
That pokey poke, and then I take a smoke
My planet healthy with good crops
I'm a farmer now, cause I'll grow the pot
Then smoke it with ya' if you cool enough
I smoke a lot but I don't smoke enough
Your girlfriend don't wanna be cuffed
Why the fuck you niggas so lame for?
I got spirit punch all for myself
And I ain't sharing nothing, you better help yourself
I'm working hard but I hardly work
She make some money when she start to twerk
I'm chilling out, moving ain't worth it
We gotta get high, baby close my curtains
Bitch
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