WHY

I'm back, smoking space grams, Bitch i'm high as f*ck, Shorty mind your business, why you keep asking what's in my cup, All these windows tinted, Baby you should suck me up or some why Cause I'm handsome, Cause my bands up, And this shit all in my ear, This shit be dancin' Pull off in that Porsche it's super fast, They like damn son, got this new Chick super bad, She keep callin' me mcLovin', I ain't goin' in no club, Less my strap get in the function uh, Feel like yesterday, in momma house baggin' onions, But I leveled up, I could take your bitch And make her climax, Uh, i could change her climax, Steady chirpin' on the net, Boy you not like that, Uh, yeah, who really gives a f*ck, Uh, nigga not us, Uh, in this chopper Uh, nigga I trust, Shout out to my lawyer, She really put belt to ass, Off a addy now Feel like Dexter locked up in the lab, Nigga think he low, Flexin' that chain but that shit Be glass, I just pulled off in that trackhawk, Same color as dandruff, 12 they on my ass Push that button then I vanish, Truey jacket, Truey jeans, I feel like I'm Sosa, Sosa Chamberlain TP what I'm bangin', Brody he say bishmallah , And then he get to flamin', Brody he say bishmallah And then he get to bangin', Brody he say bishmallah , And then he put that pain in Smokin' space grams, Bitch I'm high as f*ck, Shorty mind your business Why you keep askin' what's in my Cup, All these windows tinted Baby you should suck me up or some, Why Cause I'm handsome, Cause my band's up