[Hook]

[Verse One: Cyhi the Prynce]

Ok my life should be a high speed chase

I speed whenever I see cake

Levi's 38, on my D I C K

I stay fly, the G5 need brakes

So B I G great

How the T I P taste?

Without the FBI and DA

Nigga I see space

So far gone I see Drake (waddup)

Twist fruit, shorty I chief Crepes

East side freeway

Man I could’ve died, Cuz each day is an adventure

Shouts out to Bob-by Ray

Left my momma house at 16

Told her I'll be straight

Got caught with 10 pounds of loud

Whipped the trial and beat state

So now I'm on the Audobon

With an an auto nine

I’m in Central Europe and still on Chicago time

With a model dime, tryna swallow mine

And if she in your car its cuz im out in mine

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[Verse 2]

I'm chasing Euros, plural

Zero, to these hoes you niggas heroes

Weirdos, I dont drink hard liquor

All I do is wine, like I was a year-old

I don't got a lot of friends, cuz I fear those

Who get jealous cuz they bank account ain't near yours

(huh)

And I all I fuck is queer hoes

So when I disappear I don't have to hear an earload

I just tell her I be back hunny

Cuz fast money don't last money

You cats bummy

I get paper and now you act funny

They grill you on TV

Ask Jonny, Black, Pontiac

In the H O V

Bumpin Hip-H O P

I'm on my eighth O Z

Me and all my barbados free

And i charge em for the dick

San Diego heat

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