(Chorus)
Yeah, I woke up feeling like I won the chip
Feeling like Kobe as I flick my wrist
You ain't give a fuck? I don't give a shit
Middle fingers up, hangin out the whip
Yeah I woke up looking like I won the chip
Screaming out kobe as I flick my wrist
Middle fingers up hangin out the whip
Yeah yeah it's looking like I won

(Verse 1)
We was driving, thriving till we hit some potholes
They was snakin' fakin'
Trying to get to my soul
Feeling like a millie
Like I hit the lotto
Cause of my bravado they throw asiago
All she want is dick and some avocado
She can't sing for shit
But she hitting my notes
Uber picked us up in a blacked out Tahoe
We was in a rush to fuck up at her condo
Oh its Cuey man
Yeah thats my nickname
Thought I was last, but I outlast
Yeah ain't shit change
I just want the cash
Make no mistake
She your face with disdain
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(Verse 2)
Been through what I been through
Out the mud now
Getting low at these venues
Yeah they shut down
Bustin moves in the end zone, yeah touchdown
She don't feel you
You friendzoned, you a schmuck now
Against all odds man
Shit is amazing
Why you surprised?
It's been alive since the basement
Took my knocks, turned the notch
I was patient
Tellin the lies
You the opps' friend like Satan
Looking in my pockets
I hope it makes you vomit
Only do deposits
Rockin Luka Doncic
Cuey man he on bitch
I know you got me gone
But you ain't fuckin with these sonnets
(Chorus)