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(Verse 1)
Ugh, 5 hours later still callin'
( I ain't gon keep callin' you all day)
5 fouls later still ballin'
(shot ain't gon' shoot itself)
M-sport, navy coat, I know you seen it
Even rode with a beeper like my old head even (beep beep beep beep)
Gotta code red keeper with some drop dead cleavage
When she talk that diva shit, my cock head peakin'
When she seen me in my coat, is when she knew that she was with it
Caught her lookin' now she talkin' bout I knew that you would get it…
Thank you!

(Hook x2)
Gimme my space, gimme my space
Get the fuck out my face , get out my face
You wouldn't even see my top 8
I don't even have no top 8

(Verse 2)
Roll another swisher, she know I can't even twist em right
Somewhere in the middle thinking bout how I won't miss this life
Think I'm finally feeling high, cuz I can't feel my feelings now
I'm turning to the villain, I need fuck boy penicillin
Feeling great.... I'm feeling great!
That's some cocky shit to say, cuz niggas dying everyday!
Gotta keep her on her toes bitches lying everyday
Blowing reefer through her nose, she tryna get away
(SKATE)
Mostly in my zone keep the creepiness away (Stay away!)
See the upholstery in my zone make a geeky chick go cray
She say what you do today?
I say I do this everyday
She like so what you tryna say?
I'm like don't throw this shit away
I got the coldest chick today, I got the dopest shit to play
When you hear this in yo car, you gon' wanna smoke a j
When you hear this shit tomorrow, you won't believe in yesterday
I just coded up my page I think I'm gon' chill today