Lyrics

I'm on Westside Freeway, green in my eye like Deray High IQ she Lisa, fuck all that he say she say Pull up my car where the keys at? pull out my card like Visa Swipe it don't charge like refund, but she got my shit on repeat Jammin' my shit why yo battery quit? sample the amp that's a battery kit Why them cats always scannin' me Paid to be Satan, that's why they be hatin' me Before they red-handed me Bumpin' my shit don't depend on a coast, I get her wet cause I swim in the ocean I'm in that pink like I'm mixin' a potion Higher than this and I get in a Poppin, soda, highly, focused Expiali-dope-shit, I got a stick like Moses, now she Poppin, soda, slightly, focused Expiali-dope-shit Wakin' up early still weed on my sweater Poppin' that cherry like it's Dr. Pepper Wrestle that pussy on top of the stretcher That be a queen cause she play under pressure Confident women inside of the whip They put that knowledge on top of your head You got a problem then don't be a bitch Bitch, put my balls on your desk, like you knew that there I was in a rut with my friends, then we made it out Bitch, I got a fan with a floor, then we made it bounce Started puttin' money in a drawer and the bank account Ya bitch, ya lick, I do this here Judo flip, it's a sumo year Girl on Mars like im Bruno here Got the green its like uno here You can hear it like (Ooowaah) Give the skunk a light (Ya) Comin down no, sparkin the loud like (Loud) Tell me youre down right? (Woah) Somethin sound like Poppin, soda, highly, focused Expiali-dope-shit, I got a stick like Moses, now she Poppin, soda, slightly, focused Expiali-dope-shit Pressure on my conscience, that just mean I'm on shit She come to the concert, we get lit as all yeah Pressure on my conscience, that just mean I'm on shit
Writer(s): Rylan Durham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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