Yeah, if you want it, you can get it right here
You can get stuffed in the trunk in the rear
♥♥♥♥♥♥ gettin dunked in the peer
Rollin' thru the truck with a blunt in the ear
Think it until you make the dope, you're not a hard roller
I can sip two beers, I can turn bipolar
Skeet so crazy, I'm flipped, I warped
That's why no mortal ♥♥♥♥ with the strip and trust
Everybody got stuck on that road to stardum
But the banks aren't empty, shanks aren't empty
My brain's all safety, I'm locked to the beat
Neva fall off, even if I loose my feet
I work all day, so I sleep all night
Then wake up with the Bentley with the football lights