Do you still believe in love? Or do you lie? Ran into a night owl rollin' wide owls Girl, it's been a while since I hit a wide owl I'm with it though, she a centiphode Big ol' blunt look like tentacles She strippin' Europe in a pole Don't remember her inner clothes I *** a friend, damn, they was close Tonight, let's get em' close, hit em' twice In a row, hit a flight, and I'm ghost That's the last time I seen her though She be gettin' too eager, ho Stampin' like it's my visa Chiefin' off of these berries When the world gets heavy and it hurts to carry I'm her midnight mercenary, fiend It's lit, feel the buzz That's a half, *** it was It's lit, feel the buzz It's lit, feel the buzz She take me to a place that I never would discover Might never have another, so I had to *** her Reach into my pockets, damn, I ain't got a rubber See my nigga Ron like L. Ron Hubbard He be out of space, said he got a case of straps For the back of the hotel cupboard Room 508, check by the safe, she said, Boy, you got it made, do you got a cape? I ain't with the games, mind you, I gotta wait I'm quiet and patient, intoxication Got me feelin' like procreating Girl, I'm the baker, you surely cakin' Stayin' back, catch my amazing races Photo finish and fornication Photo finish and fornication Fiend It's lit, feel the buzz That's a half, *** it was It's lit, feel the buzz It's lit, feel the buzz Feel the buzz Can you feel the buzz? Can you feel the buzz? Do you believe in love? What's your drive? What's your drive? And use the other intro So people would think I just took it straight through Yeah, let's do that You'd be surprised how many truths you can hide in flows I'm listenin' to this beat with my eyelids closed Thoughts keep flashin' and I keep laughin' I never thought that I would *** Irish hoes Maybe Asian bitches Or Caucasian bitches Remember when I got to New York, I was lost Because all I ever saw was Jamaican bitches I ain't barely know what jam rock was Lil' country nigga, goddamn, I was To you niggas talkin' online until you make it this hot And you can never understand this buzz, well Maybe if you put yourself in the shoes of a nigga Comin' straight out the South No gold grill, just a East Coast feel And instead of crooked teeth in his mouth Make them hoes bounce That can't get enough Niggas say I made it, I ain't naked enough Man, hang that nigga You a real lame ass nigga If you ain't got my tape in your truck Cold Um, world, don't you forget that I think I lost my mind around the same time I lost my six pack, but No sit-ups for me Long as my dick still get up for me Long as a hoe still give up for me She usually charge, but she get us for free, whoa That's TMI, lil' somethin' like TMZ Scared of the days you'll be seein' me Cause my girl do not play coach D&B It's somethin' for the hoop fans Just copped at a coop, man No drop top, but a slot on the roof That can slide out And get a lil' sun while you ride out Said on the beat, let me vibe out We was 15 with a ASR up in my house Writin' rhymes out, mama made it happen Could've been a lawyer, but I made it rappin' He made it rappin' Now with the shows, he the main attraction Another shot of Henny, so I'm faded Askin' how long do this truck call fame be lastin'? Another shot of Henny, so I'm faded Askin' how long do this truck call fame be lastin'? That's deep That's deep