All up in your face
Say, say, say something
I woke up in the mood to waste, waste, waste something
Demons in my corner, backwoods bitch I stay stunting
Woke up high as fuck
Hoe I think I'm Young Buck
Disconnected
I'm sippin’ purple potion
Bitch it's Texas get the message
Ain't no parking when we smoking, sparking blunts at intersections
Fly by hit the gas fuck around and miss the exit
Jet lagged then a bitch out of towners in the session
Fuck you and yo label bitch you squares on the low
I'm tryna get blowed no one cares who you know
Baggy full of Addy got me talking real fast
Talking likе you know me out of pocket real bad
Fucking up thе mojo in the dojo who want plex
I got it for the low-low skip the line I got next
Walk up in the room echoes flying at yo neck
I ain't never lacking got no time for the mess

Homeboy talking bout the come up
Walk around pocket full of one-ups
Lost in the stars give me space, space, space
Lost in the stars give me space, space, space