Yeah I’m high, ain’t no Visine
These ain’t out, they like “how the f#ck you find these?”
Blue check b#tches arguing on my live stream
I just talk sh#t on beats, I can’t quite sing
n#gg#s see me, yeah I’m standing in the high beams
In Celine, call for help, it’s a crime scene
They let me look up in the back when I can’t find things
Wearing sh#t up out the store, I ain’t gotta iron these
Real life hoes be trash, I don’t hype things
Every b#tch I get saying she might leave
I could pull up to your party in some nice fees
Ain’t no telling how many hoes I’ll bring
It just hit me, I just f#cked the b#tch of my dreams
It just hit me, spent too much white jeans
It just hit me, damn this shirt cost me nineteen
It just hit me, I’m that n#gg# on them bright screens
It just hit me, I just f#cked the b#tch of my dreams
It just hit me, spent too much on these white jeans
It just hit me, damn this shirt cost me nineteen
It just hit me, I’m that n#gg# on them bright screens
It just hit me like the rope painted ice cream
I was f#cking all the hoes when I was nineteen
How did I predict the b#tches that y’all might bring?
Chrome Hearts down my legs, these some nice jeans
She just stared me in the eyes, her sh#t light green
I had n#gg#s b#tches naked on that skype thing
For some years I been selling b#tches pipe dreams
It just hit me, it’s been years, damn I really f#cked
I was minding my own business, your b#tch hit me up
Paparazzi taking pictures, damn they lit me up
It just hit me, damn I’m dogging out this Bentley truck
Damn it just hit me, n#gg#s never in the city much
I can have her in my presence if I hit her up
I could still f#ck my old hoes, yeah we still in touch
Prada store is finna close, I’m tryna finish up
Threw a load of clothes on the counter like I’m cleaning up
Clerk tired, all this folding, all this ringing up
When I catch yo baby daddy I’m gone beat him up
She just post me on her page, told her leave it up
Got a b#tch stay in Compton right by Eat Em Up
Real friendly round the b#tches, I’m the nicest one
It just hit me, this b#tch so bad but she don’t got no money
Need a b#tch that give me everything and don’t want none from me
I’m that boy eating by myself, n#gg# I got hungry
Yeah we got this b#tch jumping like a bungee
f#cking up the club on Sunday
I got hoes from out the country
I like mean b#tches, I don’t really want the hoes that want me
It just hit me, all this Wockiana got me moving slowly
It just hit me, I just f#cked the b#tch of my dreams
It just hit me, damn this shirt cost me nineteen
For years I been selling b#tches pipe dreams
I just looked her in the eyes, her sh#t light green
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