Leavenworth St.

She like what you mean You can't see that you can't breath I say I'm trapped in this dream Don't get to close I feel the heat Can't help you I can't help me It's about a quarter to three Eyes wide shut I still can't sleep Crashed the plane I'm on the beach I got a book I got my weed I know that it's temporary Just like most shit in this life That's why it's potent in the pipe She feel the motion when I pipe It's like a ocean when I dive in Be like five ten pull up stock rims Reek of pot stems tippy top ten Ask your fine friend I know that she gone merch Just dropped like ten on curtains Hmm Twelve hundred thread count She love to spread out High off the blunt and she taking her hair down Give me a little stare down I'm trying to score like they yelling out bear down I got it sewed up come pick your hoe up She feeling bashful Roll up my nigga roll up I'm trying to travel Trip packed a bag and dipped Catch you on the flip Cause she act silly like a kid Gave her candy stick But she legit Shawty mean as shit But she super thick Who I'm kidding Babe I'm on the way Just got in the whip And I'm flying in this bitch like G5 Five percent nah you can't see inside I'm outside rolling this tree come down Don't worry bout a thing when Fab around Pack the pound Bitch say hit her line when I pop back in town Folk say he couldn't do it huh My name hold 800lbs Pounds of loud Loud enough that you can hear from across the street Streets is watching watch your back It's niggas you don't want to meet Two tone bricks a phone of licks It's like I'm back in '93 French tips on her fucking feet She know just what that do to me Two tone bricks a phone of licks It's like I'm back in '93 French tips on her fucking feet Her name on all her jewelry Continue Eight Seven Six Five Four Three Two One Game Over