I can see, baby, yes, I see Baby, I said, yes I said Baby, you know I said I see You know that's what I see Yeah I told CC I land at LAX at 8 and she gon' swing through in the Bentley I'ma pull up in the coupe Run down on these niggas and air this bitch out till it's empty Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt American deli, let's get us a ten-piece Murder bravado, 24 on the waist But I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty Murder for hire, .45 on my waist Fuck a case, if I sell 'em I'll zip you Yeah, I ain't the same no more The weed don't numb the pain no more Couple niggas switched it up Bet they won't come around, bitch, you ain't gang no more I bet these bitches won't catch me lackin' Tell your nigga I said, "What's happening?" He slid in my DMs and then we linked up Then I act like I ain't know what happened Baby, I know I'm too much for you Baby, don't get too comfortable Step in this bitch, I might pop the booth The pussy so wet it's like soup It's like ooh, it's like water Ice on my wrist, it's water Broke bitches not my aura Turnt in this bitch, gon' pour it Couple thot bitches gon' throw it My bro said he need a couple racks So I hit baby boy but just don't blow it He said this gon' hold him over I said, "Baby boy, take over" I told CC I land at LAX at 8 and she gon' swing through in the Bentley I'ma pull up in the coupe Run down on these niggas and air this bitch out till it's empty Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt American deli, let's get us a ten-piece Murder bravado, 24 on the waist But I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty Murder for hire, .45 on my waist Fuck a case, if I sell 'em I'll zip you Yeah, I ain't the same no more The weed don't numb the pain no more Yeah, Biscotti too hotty, we smoke in the lobby They kick us out, we get it poppin' I'm up at the W they found out which I'm room I'm in They gon' be suckin' and swallowin' I'm fully-equipped when I'm up in the mall Don't end up get shot when I'm shoppin' The glizzy is with me when I'm in your city I keep it on me for precuation The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat She got inside it and got carsick My young nigga won't think about wipin' your nose He havin' more sticks than Guitar Center He hit him and left him on side of the road And that was big bro as a pallbearer I walk through TSA with a whole bunch of gold That's how I'm awful lot of cough syrup I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley I'ma pull up in the coupe Run down on these niggas and air this bitch out till it's empty Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt American deli, let's get us a ten-piece Murder bravado, 24 on the waist But I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty Murder for hire, .45 on my waist Fuck a case, if I sell 'em I'll zip you Yeah, I ain't the same no more The weed don't numb the pain no more