I'm fuckin' good at this shit, dawg For real, for real See, sometimes, I wanna go slow Hit my partner up, like, dawg it's something wrong Pulled up on me, like, cool it out, bro Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro Twenty inches when I'm passin', run the globe in my khakis For the cash, nigga go Cassius, I'm the clay, tryna break the mold Just took baby to Alaska, snowflakes in her lashes I been prayin' for that pussy, holy box, Alabaster Okay, I parked on Parker Road, I took the route that's hella scenic Bare my heart on all these songs and leave my soul on all these speakers You my type, you mavis beacon, you keep the Libra even 'Cause the parts of me that I can't see that you can read be needed Sometimes, I wanna go slow Hit my partner up, like, dawg it's something wrong Pulled up on me, like, cool it out, bro Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro Twenty-four seven, I'm gettin' my dough Twenty-four eight, 'bout feelin' like Kob' Uh-uh, shit I use my blunt light to guide me through the dark nights Batman coupe, ridin' to the stu', my partner pour the dark Sprite 'Methazine, he told me that he wanna see me on magazine Fuck these niggas thought da goat in here wit me not hearin' me Diamond sing like Warren G, but don't get it twisted We tear it up, bitch, check your energy Make me pull your card ain't in your stars your whore was scopin' me I do not be invested in all the extras unless it's extra cheese Nigga just be investing in all my niggas, I treat it like the league I do not just be textin' these goofy hoes, no Disney Channel, please Bitches'll crop their message and make it seem like they wasn't after me Tryna fuck up my essence 'cause she know lil' boo in magazines, fuck Sometimes, I wanna go slow Hit my partner up, like, dawg it's something wrong Pulled up on me, like, cool it out, bro Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro Twenty-four seven, I'm gettin' my dough Twenty-four eight, 'bout feelin' like Kob'