You can't tell me where to go
I be rollin heavy got this pack inside my bone
She be riding steady told her slow down imma blow
Countin up my fetti
Cuz my thumbs that's all the know
Actually I'm lying had that shyt up in yo mom
I be smoking fucking dope
I get so fried
That's on my soul
Imma say it every song
Until you pussy niggas know
Counting up my dough
I just be counting up my dough
If she say she love you
Then tell her no she don't
But she know that I'm gon come through
And wax her down wit strokes
And she know that I'm gon go
Where other niggas will not go
Cuz she know that I do feel about her like I feel to smoke
And I look up at the stars a lot
See myself on the moon
My bro do donuts in the parking lot
I'm into taking shrooms
I hop up in my fucking whip
And smash the pedal
It go zoom
Maybe what it is
Is I can't get up out this mood
I was on the phone
Lil bitch I told you what to do
Stay up out my face
Because I'm always on the move
Yea yea
Huh huh
Yea yea
Huh huh
Yea yea
We just disappeared
No I won't tell them where I go
Write inside a book
Inside a book
Pour out my soul
The story of my life
I promise you gon watch it blow
Had this feeling in my gut
And it said it's time to go
Fuck it nigga
Put the L out
I just gotta go
Hopped up in my V and hit the turnpike to like NY tho
It was 3 and tino wit me
Almost sped off left my bro
My boy I'm tweakin
Gotta ease my mind
But I don't know
If you knew the shyt I knew
Shyt would have you tweakin too
But I gotta keep my cool
Everything is spiritual
Everything is where it is
Everything is plentiful
But we keep on choppin shyt
Lower type vibrational