[verse]

Split a pack of the woods down

Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now

Always come and go and never fail

It was never love, I could tell now

She pop 'em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up

Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular

With them painted toes in them heels

Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real

Far from here