Yea
(Gezin)
Mmm
(808 Mafia)
Check, Ey, get it, yea, ooo-oo
Ey, Ey
Yea, long nights long days
Locked and loaded popping pillies straight up to my brain
I'm walking with the shadows who've been calling out my name
Flip the picture
Sip the liquor, but to me its all the same (Yea)
All the same yea
Speed it up, then we pop it one more time
You've been partying with demons
I can see it in your eyes
I've been running out of fucks
Momma can you tell me why
Nas hidden in the hills
Thank the lord I'm with my slimes
More money equals the problems
To many nas are tryna resolve them
I got 40 I'm balling
Spoke to a killer who 'bout to be calling
Riding around in a coupe
Tinted a window my nas will shoot
Call me the Bozzy who moves
Jiggy with 'Prada' and pockets of boof
She want fame
He's been high
I'm alive
Tripping over demons that I've seen walk through the night
No more time
If I shoot
Will you ride
Lord forgive us I've been sinning, when we rolling dice
Speed it up, then we pop it one more time
You've been partying with demons
I can see it in your eyes
I've been running out of fucks
Momma can you tell me why?
Nas hidden in the hills
Thank the lord I'm with my slimes
I beat it up, I ain't like these other guys
She's been teasing with a na
Shorty tripping when she high
Purple sipping in my cup, you can never catch me dry
Tinted windows in suburbans when we rolling through the night
You speaking my language, talking money blue faces
Might pop the champagne, sipping bottles out the cases
I realize, young na gon' get it anyway yea
For real I'm 'bout to take this glizzy to the face
Get paralyzed, the minute a young na finna rhyme
No I ain't never tired, jump on the beat and I energize
Got your hoe mesmerized, she knows my songs got her memorized
You know the memo right? I pour the whole thing when I'm with my slime
She ride like a pedal bike, I'm dunkin' your hoe, feeling like Mike
Young na finna slide, you know that we can go all night
Speed it up, then we pop it one more time
You've been partying with demons
I can see it in your eyes
I've been running out of fucks
Momma can you tell me why?
Nas hidden in the hills
Thank the lord I'm with my slimes
I beat it up, I ain't like these other guys
She's been teasing with the na
Shorty tripping when she high
Purple sipping in my cup, you can never catch me dry
Tinted windows in suburbans when we rolling through the night