I've been blowing za out the window, on the street
I don't even put it out, I needed you to see
She said she don't love me, but I know she into me
I pour up a dozen lines in my wocky drink
Now I'm rolling of the dope
Look like hockey sticks
She had been calling me too much
I had to drop the bih

[Bridge:]
Ew
Oh, yeah
Uh
(X2)

28 grams in a ziplock
Three pills in a drink go, "drip-drop"
Ooh
Yeah, drip-drop
Pouring lines in my drink, life never stops
(X2)


(Bridge)

I don't know whether to put it in my Prada, or my Margiela wallet
I don't know whether to fuck my bitch, or my other bitch
I don't know whether to pull up in my car, or my car
I don't know whether to pop a bar, or another bar
(X2)
(Bridge)