I stay on the road like a deer, detesting my cup, not beer
And you call my phone, it ain’t bout money, I don’t understand, like seer
You ain’t havin’ motion and sittin’ up hopin’, boy, your ass can’t come near
My young **** gettin’ up, too pull up my milf
one dude left, tilt
Ayy, I’m balls, servin’ cereal, but ain’t
drank the it I shoot this a
Ayy, I’m from that but here with G5, baby, no Levi
Racks, my like tryna we can meet
I just Joe just gave
my green like CeeLo, for bold the the
hit the road, if you got him a loaf for the
G5, know my trap, numbers, of this **** off
I the Glock the stage, me we
say stuck in I’m from back the day the Faze
young *****, pull her, might V’s your **** title
spot, is geek TRX,
****** Say somethin’ than me, can’t be Quaden,
more than can’t serious, Trish, baby, I don’t drink beer
sendin’ me cure, inside of ear
I on the road they touchin’ cup, not
my it bout money, don’t understand, Siri
You ain’t have emotion and up boy, can’t come
have emotion up hopin’, boy, your ass come