Lyrics

I'm different Got thoughts in my head unappealing Mix henny with the coke got me feeling That shit locked up with the vision Fuck your opinion Outside and the sun keep beaming Good vibes in the city no fiending Got goals on my own i'm achieving Mike Jack on the beat I be leaning Lean once lean twice Gotta bad bitch in the crib low lights Eighty-nine on the interstate no brights When I leave town I'm a come back nice I done made a bag but I'm cooling with the ice I don't gotta job but I do gotta vice Pen game strong Know this shit precise I don't punch in but I might hit it twice Yea Feet up eyes up head down Old school shit in a white bread town I'm good, I'm done, I'm out Mean that shit bitch stop it now Stop it Like a sign in the road bitch Stop it Got green in my head like Hopip Got greed in my head I'm off it Fuck that, stop it Uhhhh What it do miss calculation? Can you get my passport checked? Lights low my heart is racing Can you give me like just one sec? I'm sloppy, drunk off the molly Looking for a picturesque scene and a dolly Like Parton Beg my pardon Old school broads? don't get me started (That's foul) Like a strike in a ballpark Pissed off like white moms in a Walmart Brought one home to tell her sweet nothings Only five-seven hows that for short comings? Like the side of cops hip bitch i'm stunning Twenty feet deep act like it's nothing Hate my tongue so I think ill cut it But it sound good so (so) so Fuck it Feet up eyes up head down Old school shit in a white bread town I'm good, I'm done, Im out Mean that shit bitch stop it now Stop it Like a sign in the road bitch Stop it Got green in my head like Hopip Got greed in my head I'm off it Fuck that, stop it Uhhhh
Writer(s): Riley Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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