HOOK

Tweaky off the yak, but it makes me sneeze

Hate it when I do it, but you got some? Please!

My soul left through my eyes, how can’t you see?

If I’m speaking from the heart it’s never helped me peak

I’m tweaky off the yak, but it makes me sneeze

I hate it when I do it, but you got some? Please!

My dick is tryna get back inside me

Little bits of brains been falling out all week

Phantom’s what I transfer into, I’m a ghost

And the only homie yappin’ is the one with the coke

I know it’s nothing special, but I’m out with the bros

Got an O, and it better be gone by tomorrow

Colorado with Carvalho driving street race speeds

Had schneef, but he’s sitting in the seat it’s underneath

Lined up, lookin’ forward to that numb in my teeth

Rear-view, who’s sneakin’ up, a couple blues with the beams

Tucked it under faster than a relay team

Can’t believe we left the scene with all 14 - G’s

Took it as a sign and dumped it - 419

That’s 99% I’m lying, probably (we did it all)

HOOK

I wish I had more time to rhyme and talk about the sniff but to be honest I’ve been over it, it used to be the shit

You could call this a conclusion on that chapter, it’s been fun but I got some missed calls, about a bitch