(Fuck you, Quin')
I spent a rack on these shoes (shoes)
They don't even fit me right (oh yeah)
I spend a bag every time (every time, ah)
I walk in the mall, I'm too high (too high), yeah
I got some bad habits (yeah)
Whole lotta money I wasted (wasted)
I don't even remember the shit that I bought (I bought)
Baby, I was way too faded (uh-huh, go)
But I wouldn't take shit back (shit back)
I did a show and I made that bag (bag, yeah)
You said I'm more in love with the racks (yeah)
You might be right, bae, I got too attached (uh)
I made this shit fast (oh yeah, shit fast)
Why would I slow this down? (Down)
Babe, let's just relax (oh yeah)
Let's blow through this whole ounce (let's go)
Yeah, babe, let's just relax, uh (relax)
Let's smoke through this whole ounce (oh yeah)
Just to get four racks, uh (racks)
Fuck around, buy four pounds (OK, OK)
I only smoke gas (gas)
Can't get off of the couch (too loud)
You just smoking ash (too loud)
Y'all pack make you frown (yeah, yeah)
I'm just smiling ear to ear
High as a bitch, try and drop me (smoke, whoa)
I'm in the whip just tryna steer
Passing a cop in the crossfire (yeah, let's go, whoa)
Shoutout to koi (whoa)
That be the bro, only feature I ever bought
Yeah, and I can say it was worth it (yeah)
Nah, nah, nah, stop it, he ain't ever a loss, uh
Nah, I ain't finna work in an office (nah)
Got me fucked up, I be plugged up
Couple bands what I'm tryna run up
Smelling gas got my ass coughed up
Staying awake 'til the sun up
Making tracks, need to get my funds up (yeah, yeah)
I'ma just smoke this gas (fuck you, Quin')
DoorDash, and look, now my lunch up (yeah, ISSBROKIE!)
I spent a rack on these shoes (shoes)
They don't even fit me right (oh yeah)
I spend a bag every time (every time, ah)
I walk in the mall, I'm too high (too high), yeah
I got some bad habits (yeah)
Whole lotta money I wasted (wasted)
I don't even remember the shit that I bought (I bought)
Baby, I was way too faded (uh-huh, go)
But I wouldn't take shit back (shit back)
I did a show and I made that bag (bag, yeah)
You said I'm more in love with the racks (yeah)
You might be right, bae, I got too attached (uh)
I made this shit fast (oh yeah, shit fast)
Why would I slow this down? (Down)
Babe, let's just relax (oh yeah)
Let's blow through this whole ounce (let's go)
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