[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Everything's more beautiful...

Yeah, yeah

...in the hollow place

[Verse 1]

I pick up and down a bottle

And they want me to be a model

I-I don't got no logic in my brain

But I'm the partier

Ain't nobody want no problems

If they need it, then I got 'em

I ain't do this work for nothin'

Bitch, I want it, I'ma cop it, yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah

I don't know what I be doin' until I get lit (Yeah)

Fuckin' right out the G wagon, 'cause [?] (Yeah)

Callin' the devil for help, I think I'ma see 'em (Yeah)

But, I got the gold on my teeth, right behind my lip (Yeah)

Real, real

The story you read on my wrist

I tell him, "I think I'ma quit" (Yeah)

I haven't been good in the [?] (Yeah)

Real, real

I'm sending the hundreds a kiss (Yeah)

I think I be sick of this shit (Yeah)

But I gotta get me a grip

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah

That boy ain't touched designer in his life

I fuck and she lovin' the money, I think she my wife

I'm sick of all the colors in my Sprite

Hittin' on me, think you need to get a life

Bitch, I'm flexin' through the pain

They don't see nothin' (Don't see nothin')

I was lost and I was found

Like it's my [?] (It's my [?])

Pullin' up outside the function

Get to jumpin' (Get to jumpin')

Ask me why I'm stuntin'

I'm still runnin'

[Bridge]

I'm still runnin', now

Don't know what am I so afraid of

Don't know why I can't show any love

I don't know what I'm afraid of

[Chorus]

I don't know what I be doin' until I get lit

Fuckin' right out the G wagon, 'cause [?]

Callin' the devil for help, I think I'ma see 'em

But, I got the gold on my teeth, right behind my lip

Real, real

The story you read on my wrist

I tell him, "I think I'ma quit"

I haven't been good in the [?]

Real, real

I'm sending the hundreds a kiss

I think I be sick of this shit

But I gotta get me a grip