Ventilate

Yeah I got the chopper, now my trigger finger itchin', won't be stoppin' now I got the water bottle but it's filled with vodka now Got me seein' double, swervin' through the lanes, burnin' rubber Smokin' on this gas, gotta ventilate the hummer Tunnel vision when fishin' for bitches, I'm picky, she woozy off goose I'm drowsy, still ready to move grip lose When I'm holdin' on her waist, asked her phantom or the wrath Flow like butter, asked me can I get a taste? I'm gettin' all the hoes now, feelin' like a pro now Ice all up on me lookin' froze now They ask me how I do it, I'm just blessed They think I'm here for short nigga, no I ain't a guest Tryna come against me, nigga I'm aimin' at your chest And now ya momma cryin' 'cause she layin' you to rest I switched my flow up, I got my dough up, these girls want more of my money I don't know what to do, got these bitches feelin' loose As we dancin' in the party, they be mixin' jungle juice Any more of this lifestyle, I'm ready for the noose Speed racin' out the drive way, 95 on the highway, flyin' private outta Taipae Livin' life, I do it my way, neck ice cubes like it's Friday From my last check, I'm on my next jet, way above the bar I set Don't understate or underestimated it, you can't replicate it