Baby can I test drive ya Can I run up ya mileage Doing 90 on the highway Ooouu Speed Ever since you I don't wanna care no more I don't wanna share no more I don't want my hair no more Oh No Here's come the pain I can hear Thunder and the rain All the awkward silence again You left, holes all in my fucking chest I guess I should've wore & vest Or maybe I should've slept on you But I, loved &ll the time we had Cherished every smile, every laugh The cuddling with every single nap All the times I made you mad That's how I knew it was real That's when I knew how to feel Or was it just For a moment When I'm around you Baby I can't control it I think you the potent Feel like I'm overdosing On love I'm tripping off love, Said I'm tripping off love Tripping off love, love, love Tripping off love, love, love Baby can I test drive ya Can I run up ya mileage Doing 90 on the highway Ooouu Speed When you gonna stop all the bullshit girl let me know Can we have a one on one talk girl I hit ya phone Can we do the long walks on the beach, girl I wanna go You ain't gotta worry bout them snakes Girl they all turned to stone

Young nigga like me conflicted I cannot worry bout none of these women Keeping it honest cause that's how I'm living But if I do worry, then that's cause I meant it If we talking numbers I'm running up digits If we talking summer Then I'm in the kitchen They think I been mackin My life I been pimpin I came out a butterfly Cocoon incision They think I do pickup Bitch, I do deliver I'm sipping that light and it fuck up my liver I'm sipping that dark and I'm happy to be here These niggas is washed up Remind me of beaches No stereotyping bitch You know its me here If you get invited You lucky to be there Your clothes looking cautious You better just beware You best cut your losses if you cannot see wins The only opinion I care for is mine Some others hold value and that shit is fine Bro you can get over, just don't cross the line Don't know if I'm sober Don't know if I'm high I got on black shades so you can't see my eyes I look like the mask, a Jim Carey disguise I pop up like Perry bitch, this a surprise And bitch my head smooth I don't care for hairlines I'm just saying random shit cause it's hilarious Bitch, I'm hysterical Know you ain't hearing me Can't get no hair on me Ain't no comparing me Why would you stare at me? Maybe it's cause I'm so fine it's inherited Thank you for staring then Thank you for sharing this Make everything on my own I'm supplying it Bitch, that's you buying it Bitch, ain't no hiding it The wave you been riding it Hold up, get with me If you ain't rockin You might be against me I could be an ass but I'm really just friendly I can get mean if I don't like your energy Nigga fuck that Let's get this money Run up them numbers Add some more commas Account look like run ons Get my heart broke I'ma cry in that hummer Then I'ma hop out and hop in Ferrari Then I'ma get out and step in my bimmer It's time to pick up my shirt from the cleaners I gotta elevate my demeanor It's something about it now that make you leave me Grab the consistency And keep it frequent Keep the bass Coming Put it on my frequency Keep the bass coming Hoes trynna freak on me Play it oblivious Bitch what you really mean This life a movie And you trynna get a scene Bitch you too hot I know you trynna get us seen Shooting on film You might end up DVD Brush your head back with KD Give you BDB's What do you see in me? Fuck what you saying hoe Yes I believe in me Don't you lie on my name and the gang Don't deceive the peace Fuck where you at man You go where you need to be Know what you need and you don't Ain't no pleasing em GET A FUCKING HOBBY

In the party got liquor Got weed, got xans Got addies, got percs Got molly, got oxy, got lean What you need? Yea What you need? In the party got liquor Got weed, got xans Got addies, got percs Got molly, got oxy, got lean What you need? Yea What you need? I'm a East coast nigga But I fuck with The Bay I get hyphy every morning Though I'm in VA And I throw my own parties I get my own cake Bitch I'm just playing the field In it's in the game EA, uh Need a chase card, cause I chase checks If she want to fuck me, we having safe sex Shorty fuckin' with a star, that's outer space sex I'm the type that might ghost ride a spaceship Uh She ask me where I'm from, I'm from the News bitch 757 Yea I do this And I know you loving all my new shit Shit so dumb that it's clueless In the party, I be too turnt And the Dam finna have a nigga loose turnt Had so many cups that now the Greygoose hurt Young nigga wild'n out with no T-shirt! In the party got liquor Got weed, got xans Got addies, got percs Got molly, got oxy, got lean What you need? Yea What you need? In the party got liquor Got weed, got xans Got addies, got percs Got molly, got oxy, got lean What you need? Yea What you need? In the party got liquor Got weed, got xans Got addies, got percs Got molly, got oxy, got lean What you need? Yea What you need? In the party got liquor Got weed, got xans Got addies, got percs Got molly, got oxy, got lean What you need? Yea What you need?

Look how my ice hittin' off of my wife beater Hop out on you stuntin' in a white creature Sixteen ounces in the two liter M16 in the two seater In Barney's gettin' designer by the boat load Don't stress over me baby girl, smoke dope And the only thing I'm dodgin' is popo's And I'm in love with the dope smokes I love runnin' through the bands You ain't Glo, then we givin' niggas tans You want the flow, I can give a nigga a hand How these shells fly, I'm givin' niggas fans Up in Hermes, hand the clerk big bands Big choppa on me 'cause I got big hands Big racks on me like I'm wearin' big pants If my car go vroom, leave my shit mad I ain't Jesus, you gon' fuck around with my feast And your beauty queen fuck around with a beast Automatic on me, fuck around with a squeeze 110, 55, do that shit with ease Look how my ice hittin' off of my wife beater Hop out on you stuntin' in a white creature Sixteen ounces in the two liter M16 in the two seater In Barney's gettin' designer by the boat load Don't stress over me baby girl, smoke dope And the only thing I'm dodgin' is popo's And I'm in love with the dope smokes Throwin' money from the top, it's fallin' on the floor I'm gon' send some shots, that's all a nigga know And how many I squeeze, it's off how far a nigga go Runnin' through these pounds to show how much a nigga smoke I ain't even got to say it, you know where a nigga from You can have a .30 on you, we takin' niggas guns When I was up in school, I was takin' niggas lunch And this ice on me dedicated to a gun They say I do the most I be like on folks Now let's have a fuckin' toast 'Cause I made it through the smoke Look how my ice hittin' off of my wife beater Hop out on you stuntin' in a white creature Sixteen ounces in the two liter M16 in the two seater In Barney's gettin' designer by the boat load Don't stress over me baby girl, smoke dope And the only thing I'm dodgin' is popo's And I'm in love with the dope smokes