damn he cold
[Verse]
If he tryna get smoked, he could get that smoke
Shorty tryna get choked, shorty tryna blow
Yeah, I'm on my own, yeah, I'm on my own
I don't know what shorty wanted, but she speak blah blah blah blah
Shorty, can you just shut up? I got bands, like what?
I got bands, like what? What the fuck? What the fuck?
Con mi casa es su casa, bitch, only if you tryna fuck, shorty, if you tryna lick
I don't ever wanna duck shorty, yeah, I hit this shit
I don't care about no bud, 'cause I got my own shit
I can't give that little bitch hugs, I know that she on it
Got him screaming for the jugg like he Taylor Swift
Yeah, this brand is the plug, yeah, they tailored this
Yeah, this is not a love song, this that one time fuck song
My payroll like too long, I take hits and they too strong
I'm talking about my damn bong
You know how I gеt it, cheddar all up in the air
You know how I'm spinning, you know I don't really carе
I got bands, I'm fitted, you know that you come off scared
I think he did it, quote from you, you midget
Will you ever listen? Bitch, I'm sipping good champagne, I ain't sip Lipton
Too high, on this bitch on autopilot
Bitch want some dick with some mileage
I got hella bands, I'm gon' file it, I just hit my tax, about to run
Shorty hit me up for the funds, I ain't spending bands on the hoes
She love me, she know I'm number one
I don't want you, I just want your cunt, pull up in the function and I stunt
Shorty seen me and I'm smoking Runtz
Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, wanna jug, jug, jug, jug, jug
This is Hi-Tech, yeah, I'm in the sky like a fucking pilot
I'ma die lie, I'ma die, bitch, I got bands, I'm fire, bitch
If he tryna get smoked, he could get that smoke
Shorty tryna get choked, shorty tryna blow
Yeah, I'm on my own, yeah, I'm on my own
I don't know what shorty wanted, but she speak blah blah blah blah
Shorty, can you just shut up? I got bands, like what?
I got bands, like what? What the fuck? What the fuck?
Con mi casa es su casa, bitch, only if you tryna fuck, shorty, if you tryna lick
I don't ever wanna duck shorty, yeah, I hit this shit
I don't care about no bud, 'cause I got my own shit
I can't give that little bitch hugs, I know that she on it
Got him screaming for the jugg like he Taylor Swift
Yeah, this brand is the plug, yeah, they tailored this
Yeah, this is not a love song, this that one time fuck song
My payroll like too long, I take hits and they too strong
I'm talking about my damn bong
You know how I gеt it, cheddar all up in the air
You know how I'm spinning, you know I don't really carе
I got bands, I'm fitted, you know that you come off scared
I think he did it, quote from you, you midget
Will you ever listen? Bitch, I'm sipping good champagne, I ain't sip Lipton
Too high, on this bitch on autopilot
Bitch want some dick with some mileage
I got hella bands, I'm gon' file it, I just hit my tax, about to run
Shorty hit me up for the funds, I ain't spending bands on the hoes
She love me, she know I'm number one
I don't want you, I just want your cunt, pull up in the function and I stunt
Shorty seen me and I'm smoking Runtz
Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, wanna jug, jug, jug, jug, jug
This is Hi-Tech, yeah, I'm in the sky like a fucking pilot
I'ma die lie, I'ma die, bitch, I got bands, I'm fire, bitch