Hahaha Yeah Yeah, yeah Uh, took back the Porsche, I was drivin' too fast Got caught in Carolina, now I gotta do court Never ever, ever break bread to be layin' in a bed with no lady who ain't part of your story Hermès blanket with the Hermès sheets with the Hermès pillow, I'ma Hermès snore (He hasn't slept in probably, uh, seven days) Me and Steez fire at your suite We kickin' shit in, we kickin' your motherfuckin' door Sleep on me back then, them folks done woke up, back then, I was poor LeBron in my pants, I got Glock 23, I'm talkin' 'bout Michaеl Jordan They be like, "Steez, you been duckin', why is that?" My bad, I tеll a ho, "I got bored" She got no interest in learnin' about my past, that chick wanna spend my money Lil' ass deal just hit, you can bet your ass, he already spent that hundred (Ha) Skinny-ass pants, I can't even fit my bands inside these fuckin' Purple Skinny-ass blunt, and I'm still gettin' high as hell, 'cause this shit fuckin' purple Fine shit, I got this bitch fine as hell, she don't need no fuckin' surgeon Y'all boys be like, "Damn, my girl love Steez, I can't fuckin' stand him" I keep waking up lost again and again, I need some fuckin' answers Shit been gettin' pricy with these brands, I start to fuckin' shoplift Everybody gettin' geeked up on these drugs, everybody fuckin' pop shit Me and Steez done smoked too many blunts, man, inside the fuckin' cockpit We perform this shit, we goin' crazy, get inside the fuckin' moshpit Every fit I put on, this shit go crazy, niggas try to put on and copy Every fit I put on, that shit look lazy, I'm still fuckin' ballin' Took her out to eat, she ain't order that much, but she damn sure ate when we both got home Lil' ho a ten, but she talk too much I'm the only one ever that's told her, "No" I know the ho was gon' come, when she brought one friend, I knew the lil' ho was gon' go I went up, I ain't gotta have a fire in my pants, I ain't gotta post at the store Youngin, I'm rich as hell, and my face card good in the streets, and I still get the bags for the low (Go) This a weak-ass beat (Fye), I'ma still run this bitch, 'cause I'm still tryna work on my flow (Alright) Semi-automatic, fully-automatic, young boy hop out, look like a pro (Grrt, grrt, grrt) Boy swear he got it, he never had it, I don't wanna hang with you, boy, you a ho (Alright) I'm really a bad influence, I shouldn't be hangin' with Steez (I shouldn't be hanging—) I'm lookin' for fine shit, young buck came with LAZER and no, I ain't talkin' 'bout beams P, you dead wrong, why you is you blowin' my phone up knowin' I'm high off the lean? (Alright) Lil man tryna reach for the chain, I beat breaks off his ass like Rodney King.

Fast Blues