I face an eight in a wood and I ain't even high yet (Hahaha; BentleyKush)
He said he got the pounds, but he lyin'
It's me and Bentley, we ain't even tryin'
Baking soda the pot, that's a science
Pour me a four, I'm on lean, but I'm flyin'
Off a Vicodin 10, I can't think right
Off of two lines of codeine, make pink Sprite
Fuck fame, I hit the trap house all night
VVS on my finger, got frostbite
I flew to Mexico, gon' be a long night
She finna throw that lil' top, what she'll do for a Klondike
I feel like Pac-Man, hop in this Phantom or Rolls Royce
He said he chose that life, I got no choice
I can't even speak off these Percs, for a week I had no voice
I love a Columbiana, she so fine
Swear the trap house jump 'til that bitch got a long line
I'm off a roxy, that bitch gon' kick in in no time
He act like he really tough, nigga, that's only online
I face an eight in a wood and I ain't even high yet (Trap house)
He said he got the pounds, but he lyin' (Woah)
It's me and Bentley, we ain't even tryin' (Woah, woah)
Baking soda the pot, that's a science (Let's go)
Pour me a four, I'm on lean, but I'm flyin' (Go)
Nigga, she stuck on my phone with your bitch, she be spyin'
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