作詞 : Sam Parker/Michael Whitsett
作曲 : Sam Parker/Michael Whitsett
(Lighter flicks)
(Cough)
I don’t trust a soul shit not even my —-
Shawty want the gold but ain’t worth $40
I done lost control and hid all of my problems
College was a goal till it swallowed my wallet
Left and hit the road on the east like a prophet
Sticking to the code swimming deep with piranhas
Swerving in a rental doing 90 on highways
Hit it sideways only knew this bitch for 5 days
I hate nosey women so I had to cut her off
Went and saw the dentist my intentions just to floss
Niggas in the kitchen but ain’t gifted with the sauce
Skeptic bout ya vision I’m assuming you a fraud bih
I was always innocent shit if you let my granny call it
Catching fades with my hooligans at first this was a party
Ass shaking blunts passing I ain’t even hit the Marley
Brodie day if you keep hanging late you gone be dead tomorrow
Okay
This ain’t really okay
The missions was to pull up on the homies till the sun same
Dollars in my pocket I been grinding for that front page
I done got a day inside a city I ain’t from hey
Ironically I still feel like I ain’t shit off chipotle
I’m a ****ing lion in a jungle and I’m hungry
Tare apart your soul my only goal now is to run things
Track star like Usain
Jon Jones off the booze hey
My new thang
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just wanna floss
I just