Like, wsp
Been a minute
Ain't call you, ain't text you
How you feeling
I don't talk to no hoes, yeah
Margiela clothes
Thee boy, they hoes
We smokin on doulja, yeah
Put down my phone
This feel like home
Turned into my whole world
Get down, and get fly
Issa bloody side
Get so high, and everything look sci-fi
Boy, go ahead, boy
Wan get out his head, so he use his voice
Trust in the divine
She blowin a chime
Climbin me like vine
Six second, rewind
Chillin, smokin pine
Baby, I be blind, yeah
We locked in a bind, yeah
Swear to god, I'm trying
All this time be flying
I just seen you crying
Baby, I'm a lion
Why would I be lying
See you choosing sides, and
Super size it, giant
I'm reaching a high end
Tired of replying
Like, wsp
Been a minute
Ain't call you, ain't text you
How you feeling
I don't talk to no hoes, yeah
Margiela clothes
Thee boy, they hoes
We smokin on doulja, yeah
Put down my phone
This feel like home
Turned into my whole world
Intuition jumpin
I'm pushing on buttons
I'm too high or something
And the bass is punchin
Love you more, than you love me
When you come around, I can't help that, I start feeling jumpy
I'm not tryna be no junkie
Say it louder, Nomad gang, yeah
They ain't see me for a minute, I been David Blaine, yeah
One day, Ima be in diamonds, but I won't be chained up
Man I swear I got the fineset baby, don't wan change nun
Yeah
Like wsp
Been a minute
I ain't call you
I ain't text you
How you feeling, yeah