INTRO:

Yeah

Ayee

Yeah

*Inhales smoke, exhales smoke*

Rob Ace nigga (HAA)

Yeah

AYE

VERSE 1:

For the fame and the fortune

For a rack and designer

You niggas burn like a fire

Run out of gas like a lighter

207, we be smokin'

City hot for the summers

Swear all these niggas got dumber

And never cared for they mother

I ain’t wanna go to class

I just wanna smoke in bandos

I ain’t had no class

Fuckin bitches from Orlando

Shit was movin hella fast

Out of nowhere findin' ammo

They gon' make you crash

Ain’t blending in, fuck the camo

Pockets look like camel backs

This the shit that I prayed for

This the shit that I stayed for

And I played for, and they take for

Huh, yeah

Nigga should I even say more?

Alligator on my hoodie

Sing to her like Boogie

Yeah, aye

Ridin' through the boogie down

They say I’m a rookie now

I just say that I’m off the couch

Look, yeah

Hit her wit another left

All your shit is by the steps

First time should of came correct

Yeah, Facts

And that Hennessy stinging like bees

Burning honey slowly

Getting closer to my dreams

This ain’t a love song

This a ride through

She ask can she pull up

I don’t even like you

Yeah, Yeah

HOOK:

Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeah)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeah)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeeaaah)

Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeah)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (HAA)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods

VERSE 2:

Yeah, yeah

I woke up with a different vision

Woke up with a different vision

See things with a straight path, they start twisting

Lot of dishes in the sink to even have a plate

A lot of bitches in the drinks to even conversate

I could of swore I ashed the blunt before I passed it up

I could of floored the gas for us but they ain’t catching up

I'm riding through New York City in my Nike Tech

And now she all up on my body like a Nike Check

IPhone ringing, hit the power button like I’m off

Sippin' purple syrup then like I had the cough

If you woulda told me back then who I would become

I wouldn't believe it, I ain’t think I’d pass 21 (21, Yeeaaah)

HOOK:

Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeah)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeah)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeeaaah)

Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (Yeah)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods (HAA)

But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods