[Verse 1: Bas]
Yeah
Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin'
I'm hustlin', chasin' dreams in hopes that I could become somethin'
I threw a party, she say Ba**y, thank you, but it's nothin'
Cause I had to keep it jumpin'
Ya a'int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin'
Poker face stiffin', but I know that you be bluffin'
No, I don't be cuffin', all these ducks be gettin' ends
Rubber ducks, excedrin', and I'm the pain
I left em' in, and can't be ya crutch and meta...
Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch
Or the EZ wide-uh, slide up, six speed
Like clutch, my city on me, I'm clutch
No Worries they depending on me, I'm clutch
Toast up, mimosa's at thirty thousand feet
Henny in hand, land, can't make it out my seat, Michelin man
Make you grip about the street
Grab The D cup on the freak, played that b**h and press repeat
J-Walkin' thru time zones, I'm on that trip
Got ya piece of the pie, and you pawn that sh**
I'm takin' all that sh** until I own that six
College chick gettin mind blown, and I'm on that quick
She got expensive addictions and a nose that's rich
Melt a bit of that brown dope that's on that stick
A lil' hashish, shiish, baby
If you roll it up with some kief
Super mud, chasin' paper about my lose leaf
Rollin papers, yeah I do chief
Meditatin' like I'm Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I'm Tunechi
Riddin' thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi
Salmon, avocado and an order of the coochie
Charles De Gaulle To JFK
Broads givin up the draws like I'm JFK
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