Lyrics

I know, they ain't know what I'm on Sorry excuse me, how I'm feelin' right now Soon they gon' understand that Try to do it like me you can tell 'em I'm a beast, I'm a dog, they let me off the leash Now I'm comin' for 'em all Man I need another drink, it's the last call Just gimme a minute lemme show 'em how I ball Then we'll roll out, let's roll out Let's roll out, we could roll out Live, reportin' from the cockpit Red eyes but I'm tryna get my mind clear Celebratin' like we just won a contest No contest, motherfuckers couldn't digest What I'm on, man of my home Bands on deck, you ain't gotta blow my horn Paint a perfect picture like frida kahlo Red or green pill don't trip just swallow that And gon' have the time of your life On me, no strings up, high as a kite Watch the molly turn a straight girl right into a dyke Soon you'll understand by the end of the night Tell 'em I know, they ain't know what I'm on Sorry excuse me, how I'm feelin' right now Soon they gon' understand that Try to do it like me you can tell 'em I'm a beast, I'm a dog, they let me off the leash Now I'm comin' for 'em all Man I need another drink, it's the last call Just gimme a minute lemme show 'em how I ball Then we'll roll out, let's roll out Let's roll out, we could roll out Just sayin', I need to get a point across Somebody find these niggas cuz they fuckin' lost Tryna be the boss, couldn't pay the cost Let my chain speak for me we ain't gotta talk I go, til, the bottle's, hollow Smokin' on diablo, smellin' like patron and Marc jacob's cologne, up & away new generation Apollo shit, so ready to roll, and rockout These lames can't ball like the nba lockout Hit 'em in the head, might pull a knot out Show these motherfuckers what they not 'bout Tell 'em
Writer(s): Brian Collins, Austin Woolridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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