WYA?

Big body sittin outside, where you at? Yea p**** boy telling a lie, cat in that hat Lil buddy can't have my nine that's the type of s*** that ruin my high Bloodshot red in my eyes I'm laying on the ground but my head in the sky I'm in love with the wok but lately I've been messing with tris I'm already married to money but she want to be my miss Yea I be high like twenty four seven I just popped like two percs baby I might just go meet you in heaven I'm in love wit the lean but I mixed wit a perc yea I'm feelin so clean Rocking Celine, I post where am I at so you know where I be You know what I mean, back to future s*** leaving flames on street You not part of the team, all my homies identified with them diamond rings Now hold on how you get the bag so fast? Now hold on I ain't finna tell you all that Yea now that I live on my own Imma need them shooters on go And I pray you don't go home Cuz I swear imma take yo' soul Big body sittin outside, where you at? Yea p**** boy telling a lie, cat in that hat Lil buddy can't have my nine that's the type of s*** that ruin my high Bloodshot red in my eyes I'm laying on the ground but my head in the sky Big body sittin outside, where you at? Yea p**** boy telling a lie, cat in that hat Lil buddy can't have my nine that's the type of s*** that ruin my high Bloodshot red in my eyes I'm laying on the ground but my head in the sky