Yeaa

(专辑： Introversion - 2015)

[Starlito:]
Don't matter just don't bite it, and don't spill my cup
And I don't want the bottle unless they sell mine up
She wanna fuck in my car, so we fucked in the trunk
Mr. Officer you handcuffing or what?

For hundred dollar two liter I pour that shit up
I owe this nigga, but I don't give a fuck
Just made sixty off the road damn right, I scrape this shit up
Going back and forth that [?] I'm in grade with the plug
[x2]

Take what they want, they think I play for the son
I come from straight running guns, my heart don't play one on one
I sip that drink till I'm numb, and I'm impatiently dumb
Like once our dude calls you an Uber you can stay 'till they come

Your ho just smoke up your grass yeah, your last yeah
Just been spent sixty racks on taxes, just last year
Got me back selling bags yeah, no halfs yeah
Pouring Hi-tech out the glass, yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet
[x2]

[Kevin Gates:]
When crunch time all the youngins go to sticking shit up
Outside with that iron while they clinking the club
Booty plump, she got trunk, shawty shaking her rump
I've been gone a couple months trying to see what is what
Quita know matter what I swear I love her to death
When I was fucked up all the girls, she was the only one there
Quarter chicken got delivered got it thrown on the scale
When the money go flipping all the herb go to hell
Ya tell her oh well, get weed from somebody else
Designer stitching on my denim you could tell by the belt
Vacuum suction on the [?], lips murdered the blunt
By the time you go to hit it ain't the shit for your lungs

[Starlito:]
Your ho just smoke up your grass yeah, your last yeah
Just been spent sixty racks on taxes, just last year
Got me back selling bags yeah, no halfs yeah
Pouring Hi-tech out the glass, yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet
[x2]