FRESH IN PINK (feat. Danny Detroit & Nick 1K)

Sitting in the middle of the cypher, puffin on hydro when I'm feeling lit Everybody's staring at me, looking like, oh damn, that heat can spit Shorty in the pink, tell me what you think, you know that I really got it I got the type to make the labels know they that shit sign the kid I be spitting rhymes somewhere outside the line They be thinking, oh, he high like that dude who online What's his name He got them fucking coke bottle glasses smiling I think that nigga name might have been Supa Hot Fire Let's get wicked like the Witch of the West Werst Guise, we in this bitch They getting off in an instant, Buzz Lightyear killing shit Yo, I be flipping the wrist Hell no, I'm tripping biiiish So what it's going to be What are you thinking No couple trailers, probably vacant We can make out, probably get naked Come back here, cause I've been separated Jimmy went to talk to LeReina That was about eight hours ago I don't know where the f*ck I'm at He the one that brought me out here so