Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
the trap we hit the lotto watching junkies fight a coco that's that flocco
sippin lean and night gray with my bottles show the bitch my dick thought she seen a pickle
i ain't got no remorse i'm cold-hearted rocking black hearts like a nigga got that
i miss that fendi with prada she want that goji cabana i put that lean in a snapple
now this * tasted so apple yeah yeah i got the i got the i on my forehead telling that bitch i
need more head telling that bitch i need more bread smoking that cali get something i'm in
ring by the band snowman smoking that cali get something i'm in ring by the band snowman
i was sleeping
i was sleeping
on flows
i was sleeping