Lalala

[Intro: Weiland] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Weiland] Yeah, that Choppa sing a melody like Lalala That Choppa sing a melody like Lalala Yeah I'm so god damn high, I think I might die Play round with my money, boy yeah you gon' die (Shout out Bhristo, nigga) Yeah, yuh Ooh, aah On the roof of my car, Yeah you see the stars Yeah, and I'm out in LA hanging with the stars Yeah she love that shiny thing, she a stupid broad Uh yeah, turn my phone off, I'm going ghost, yeah I miss my home planet, phone home, yeah Yeah I know she hates me but she not alone, yeah Poppin' pills so I can feel at home, yeah Hop in Hellcat, I'm about to go yeah Yeah she begging me not to walk out the door, yeah Yeah you love me baby, I know Fill my sorrows with these thousand-dollar clothes Yeah you got to pay me fifty for a show, yeah Yeah, these diamonds they Arabian Yeah, yuh, yeah Fuck that bitch in a Mercedes Benz Yeah, yuh, yeah I got a Moncler on and It's not even cold Yeah, that bitch talkin' crazy she so bold Uh (Yeh, ye yeh) I walk in Louis and I make [?] with their soul [Verse 2: Yeat] Bop , Bop, Bop bitch we goats We gon' fuck it up like yah, yah, yah In this building, we might smoke it up like La, la, la Seen us on that bitch gon' turn it up like Ha, ha, ha Why I'm laughing to the bank, cause I just fucked the bands up (Yeah) Up in Louis, with my brother and we just brought the bands out (Bands out) I popped another Percocet I feel like I'ma pass out I'm about to crash out In that i8, told that ke, ke, ke, throw that trash out (Skrr) And this shit Just got confusing, all they got is handouts And he says he do that rapping shit, but he don't stand out (Yeah) And I got two little freaky bad bitches, with my dick up in they mouth And that boy just asked me to get them pink Balenci's for they blouse (Yeah) And I'm off this perc n' Wock, It got me stuck on to the couch That Lil' boy love talkin' a lot until we run inside his house (Boom) I got, big ol' rackieses inside these Amiri's they fallin' out I get way, way, way too high inside this building I'm wildin' out (Yeah) Yeah, she saw racks, she wants racks with me, she want that cheese now Sellin' sex, I want big ol' bands not no breeze now (Bands) Think that me and Gavin got too faded there's too many bins now And we've been laughing to the bank (haha), got too many bands so now we stand out