Six4, crew

[Verse 1]

Ninety fucking five when that kid came down to kick it

Always been tight with bitches since I had the golden ticket

I get that shit from my pops, he got popped when I made two

All I do is grind, so they shine like I'm made to

Blunts from the corner gas station that I skate to

And I'm not even 18, this Asian lady's way cool

Young as fuck with the dreams you couldn't picture

Purple leaning soda mixture, stir that shit up in a pitcher

Uh, who the fuck can tell me not to live my life kites?

I let them roast, let him float till I'm not sight

My city trife, red laser from the Glock sights

I'm feeling like Speed Racer with the top sliced

Hoes, problems and hoes not in my radar

Niggas pose, my money grows

I'm getting paid off, not correct

Cause there's not many zeroes on this check

But some freak hoes know my set

Said they seen us on the net, posse

Pimp like pilates, make the pussy paper stretch

Know I'm coke on audio but even doper in the flesh bitch

[Hook]

I'll probably slob an ocean on my desk

So they calling me a screw up but fuck it I never grew up

$tay Young