[Chorus]

Hands around my neck

Till they turn white

Love that shit high waisted

With the shirt tied

I’m getting high and wasted

For the third night

Twist that diamond bracelet

No stir fry

[Verse 1]

Lil’ baby swimming in stars

See melting cars in the rear view

She feel like she at mars

I told her ‘baby, i feel you’

She said ‘let’s take it slow’

I know she fuck with my rhythm though

She can tell from my tone

And how i stutter my syllables

I hop around in dimensions

Did i fail to mention

I heard you say ‘go right’

But my left brain ambidextrous

I play her guitar

We blowing loud in the sunset

Look like romantic art

When the three tabs on my tongue set

And i love that (Aye, aye)

Think I’m high on the dro

Seeing audio visuals

Pop out, don’t hit my phone

I ain’t feeling too digital

Taking shots of patrone

She carb the rig with the silicone

I got iron for lungs got me feeling invincible

[Chorus]

Hands around my neck

Till they turn white

Love that shit high waisted

With the shirt tied

I’m getting high and wasted

For the third night

Twist that diamond bracelet

No stir fry

[Verse 2]

Stoplights sway like my head does

I pour that Hennessy in my red cup

Like ‘damn, she glow in that Becca’

Her shoe game cold, cinderella (aye)

She ride my wave cause

It’s a foreign, it’s foreign

Show her how to ball like Jordan

Ball like Jordan

Got 30 rock no Tracy Morgan

Cost a mortgage

She rolling swishers in studio

When I’m recording

Got me feeling like a movie though

I leak endorphins

Seeing colors, new proportions

I’m distorted

Gear imported

Snap a portrait

Snap a portrait

[Chorus]

Hands around my neck

Till they turn white

Love that shit high waisted

With the shirt tied

I’m getting high and wasted

For the third night

Twist that diamond bracelet

No stir fry

[Verse 3]

I been making moves

Girl, you heard right

Your new man on my gram

Tryna lurk, why?

Girl, I’m too high for drama

That’s birds eye

But he ain’t he ain’t even know

I let her slide

And we ducking the boys

With the search light

Whole team sipping Bud Light

On the curbside

I knew you don’t ball

That’s your third strike

Not a space in my head

You occur by

[Chorus]

Hands around my neck

Till they turn white

Love that shit high waisted

With the shirt tied

I’m getting high and wasted

For the third night

Twist that diamond bracelet

No stir fry

[Bridge]

I’ve been doing numbers lately

Mix the downers with the uppers baby

Imma pull up in that new Mercedes

I’ll be flexing in that rose gold AP

So it’s no wonder why I stutter

It’s the influence I’m under

Flex the fit off in a pic

All day 2018 summer

[Outro]

I’ve been doing numbers

Feeling sounds, hearing colors

We just burning rubber

I might take another