Afterworld

Dizzy in the mind But it fizzy in my cup Gotta shawty on my line And I'm tryna see was up Me and the homies tryna dip We gon pull back to the base Bring your bad tings through We gon stay up late Lookin like Harden with the shot Looking like Harden with the sauce If you see Jimmy go Harden You gon see a Houston Rocket take off Looks like ya dripping on ya sneakers Looks like you dripping in ya neck But you looks can be deceiving But it looks like your still impressed Looks like you secured the bag But exactly how is it you ballin You forgot to take off the tag Or did you leave it there on purpose Looks like ya goofy in the gram But it looks like you chill in person You looking like a funny man on ig But seriously pulling baddies in person I'm talking 3 tings in the bathroom blowing on they nose 2 tings under curtains taking off they clothes 1 ting in her feelings and she blown up my phone How you tryna turn me off when you see Im on one I'm using all the senses we don't got in common I'm talking 3 tings in the bathroom blowing on they nose 2 tings under curtains taking off they clothes 1 ting in her feelings and she blown up my phone How you tryna call me when you see I'm in the zone I'm not your man I'm his alter ego ego Dizzy in the mind But it fizzy in my cup Gotta shawty on my line And I'm tryna see was up Me and the homies in tryna dip We gon pull back to the base Bring your bad tings through We gon stay up late Oh shit hold my cup I'm hitting this milly rock She meeting us at the crib Its going down like Young Joc Hi there nice to meet ya's Showin Gentlemen Features But give this nigga attitude And its goodbye Felicia At this time of night you'll See this type of creatures I'm not tryna have wife Or sleep alone either I'm not just void of all my morals They're completely ethered I'm mode cootchi seeker I'm mode game spitter Listen my mission is distinctive Tryna cut what you thinking Not down for no civil war Was hoping that we was Lincoln With all of yo thotties huh Y'all look like y'all party huh Y'all look like y'all party what? She say she on molly bruh You offer them drinks But they only drinking ciroq and punch You offer them gas But they only take it through popper-blunts She cocked that thing back Like she bout to throw a hail mary Lord have mercy these after-hours get very scary These nighttime decisions I'll reconcile in day minutes If you gon miss heaven Why do it by two inches On money and new bitches And other real nigga wishes It is what it is no point tryna over think it You wanna know the difference You wanna know the difference We both looked in the abyss But your eyes were blinked I'm titanic slumped on God I'm sinking What was I thinking... What was I thinking