World 3

Ouu, bitch, yuh Hold up, hold up, hold up Puffin' on this gas and this shit potent Shit got me floatin' They always talk they never know shit I hardly noticed I spread her cheeks just like I'm Moses I'm smokin' dope and I just can't focus Pockets stuffed, them shits be loaded And I'm so tired of this Honda I need that foreign I'm bout to put this shit in motion And keep it goin' I'm off the loud it got me dozin' Dropped the temp down on my neck and now that shit be frozen Ran up the bands, think I need Fitbit They said that I wouldn't, well what if I did? bitch Where the pack at? I already flipped it You rollin' with me? Then you roll with the misfits Gas packed, tight as f*ck, y'all ready know that shit hittin' bitch Big boss, call me up, whippin' it up like it's Bisquick Two-tone, Patek Philippe, but that bitch right on my wish list Crossed off, two times, now ask me again who be winnin'? Ask me again who be winnin' Hermie go handle the business Came in that bitch with a mission Walk out that bitch with a million And you know I ain't splittin' it She ain't smoke, still hit it Puffin' on this gas and this shit potent Shit got me floatin' They always talk they never know shit I hardly noticed I spread her cheeks just like I'm Moses I'm smokin' dope and I just can't focus Pockets stuffed, them shits be loaded And I'm so tired of this Honda I need that foreign I'm bout to put this shit in motion And keep it goin' I'm off the loud it got me dozin' Dropped the temp down on my neck and now that shit be frozen