If I die tonight
We can blame it on the drugs I like
She let me fuck, so kind
But you don't know my kind
Sweet as Tropicana, wetter than a faucet
We left the Tropicana, landed in the tropics
They said I couldn't do it but they couldn't stop it
You know I had to do it, there's no other option
Talk to Alex when I'm feeling nauseous
All these rappers talking like they so sick
I'm 'bout to vomit, need to off it but I just can't quit
She was feeling on it but she not a blind bitch
I told you don't ask me what the fucking time is
Don't ask about my fucking timing
I told her not to pop it, now she's getting honest
Honestly, she told me her name, I just forgot it
Baby face, I'll eat up the cake, just give me toppings
Now it's on and it's popping, fuckin' lip locking
No cuffs but coppin, she's blushing, red robin
Yum
Had her fruit gushing, bring the mop in
Yum
Who gon' try and stop Toronto niggas
Are you dumb, you should nize it
I really mean it cause my niggas getting violent
In a jungle full of kings, this a den full of lions
Gettin' cold at the top of Mount Zion
Like police, tell 'em freeze or these niggas dying
Lemon squeeze like Visine if you keep eyeing
Me and my team, we lit like ultra light beams, off a bean
Need the Cream and a couple of Freaks
What a dream that we be living
But this couldn't been a dream, I've seen it in a vision
It's too vivid, it's delicious
Now that you mention, haven't had liquids in a minute
After all the liquor's finish, doctor fill out my prescription cause
If I die tonight
We can blame it on the drugs I like
She let me fuck, so kind
But you don't know my kind
Kind
Kind
Yeah
Sneaky living, come on in through the back
She was busy finger licking, flicking up in the back
Little flexy figurine that fuck me, figure that
She was busy finger licking while I fuck from the back
It's return of the Mack
We don't need to see the pack, we can smell where it's at
I took one too many sleepers, think I need me a nap
Jeepers Creepers, all my demons are back
Every time I close my eyes to clear my mind
I'm mortified cause all I find
Is gorgeous times and pouring wine
And morning highs but sorry I
Ignore the signs it's so so unlike my kind
So be kind
Please be kind