Sweats. - Eiffel. lyrics

[Intro: Sweats] I like d** yeah, I like d** yeah, *laughs* Nah, man, I'm just playin' Wa**up girl, tryna chill? I'm just tryna chill tonight, that's it No, I'm just tryna smoke and kick it Check out this song I made real quick, aight? Listen [Hook: Bobby] Chillin' with the folk, all these n***as tryna toke So we smoking on some sour, feeling nice, got the power As we all start to devour, the beautiful flower n***as hating, we get higher, higher than the eiffel Eiffel, higher than the eiffel Ei-eifeel, higher than the eiffel x2 [Verse 1: Sweats] Ask me the clique, and I'll tell you it's cake f** with my boys, and I'll tell you your fate Think he tough, then I'll tell it to his face n***as startin' sh** cause they just wanna hate Tryna make sure that my money is right Not tryna f**, I'm just tryna get high Night lookin' young and we tryna get drunk f** lyrics, I do this sh** for the fun I'm chillin' at a party with some pretty white girls And they're pretty white-girl, and they're pretty high, girls In the bathroom doin' pretty white hurls, drunk Off of three beers, yeah they're pretty light girls Havin' a blast with this ho by me Don't do lean, but she's gettin' throwed by me Talkin' that sh**, she's so co*ky Stop talkin' when she felt ocho slide deep Yeah, I know I'm lame, but these other n***as lamer Watchin' white girls pop addys like gamers b**hes is thirsty, and I'm tryna cater, and If she start wildin', I strap up and tame her Vans on my feet, I don't f** with Chuck Taylors Tastin' the sour with vanilla flavors Not tryna hit it, I'm just tryna kick it, but If you is with it, then baby, I'm with it Blunt on my lips with my foot on the gas Don't mind police, we just zoomin' right past Sweatta Gang Sarge, I'm sleepin' in cla**, and After my homework, get high off my a** Where I be at? With Bob, Frank, and Noonan AKA Folk Gang, they be the crewmen Money and honeys is what I'm pursuin' You either Folk Gang, you're tied, or you're losin' [Hook]