Oh-ayy
I can't see straight
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
I love you too
(TheBeatAsylum)
Hold on
I can't feel my face, bae
Three blunts to the face, bae
Gun up on my hip, you may get hit, bae
All these niggas still be talkin' shit, bae, and it don't make no sense
At the end of the day, I still could fuck your bitch
At the end of the day, these niggas ain't makin' me rich
Pull up on his ave' with a choppa, he might get hit
He might get hit, he might get hit, bae
Whippin' the brick in the kitchen, I'm makin' it flip, bae
Fucking your bitch from the back, it is what it is, ayy
I run up a sack up in Saks
The nina, it's all on my lap
You run up on me, you get clapped, ayy
I love the way you make it clap, bae
These niggas be fake as a bitch
You know that these niggas gon' act, bae
Yeah, I love the lean, I just be pouring up Act', bae
A four and a eighth of the Sprite to be exact, bae