K Woah, Wait Woah, Ay, Look
Whiskey Fill My Liver Yeah I Don′t Give A Shit
Every Shot I Take Man I Take Another RiskIn Your Girl Vagina You Can Find My Finger Prints
An Like A Birth Day Cake You Know A Nigga Lit
Stirring Up The Pot Now My Wrist Need A Cast
All My Old Hoes I'm Leave Them In The Past
Whole Lot Of Drip Like I Just Took A Bath
Shitting On My Hatters I Ain′t Even Wipe My Ass
Between Me An You That's Whole Lot Of Distance
If I Show Up That's A Whole Lot Of Women
Iiquior Taste The Same Yeah I Can′t Tell The Difference
Three Hours In An You Know My Head Is Spinning
It′s Like 12 O'clock Oh
I Had Too Much Shots Yeah
Taking Shots With Thots Huh
Got This Shit On Lock Yeah
Pool Table Running Ay
Cooking Like I′m Harden
I'm A Alcoholic Yeah
Calling In On Monday
Niggas Switch Up Like Cutting On A Light
PJ Taking Off Like Flying Up A Kite
Shorty Wan′t Date Me But She Really Not My Type
I'll Delete Her Number Soon As I Give Her Pipe
Ass So Fat You Can See It From The Front
Number In Her Phone An She Save Me Under One
I Know She A Hoe But I′m Playing Like I'm Dumb
Take Her To The Crib Beat That Pussy Like A Drum
Do It For My City Yeah I Always Hold It Down
Shorty From A City On The Other Side The Map
An She Got A Name That A Nigga Can't Pronounce
When She Suck My Dick I Get Cum All In Her Brows
Road Trips In Texas Man You Got To Stop At Bucees
Just Met The Girl An She Saying That She Love Me
Bringing Up My Ex So I Tell Her Change The Subject
All These Niggas Scrubs An They Need To Clean A Toilet
From Another Planet But I′m Visiting Earth
Counting All Day So My Thumbs Starting To Hurt
Stay Behind The Scenes Like A Button Up Shirt
Truck Looking Dirty Cause I′m Playing In The Dirt
Call Me Timmy Boy Or Call Me Mr.Jones
I'm The Golden Child So I Can′t Do No Wrong
I'm Set You Up If We Can′t Get Along
When The Cops Ask I'm Say I Didn′t Know
Watch Me Slide Through In My Jordan Retro Slides
Everybody Crowd Me So I Tell Them Step Aside
If You Move Slow Then You Get Left Behind
I'm About My Money Nigga I Don't Play Around
Road Trips In Texas Man You Got To Stop At Bucees
It′s A Wendsday Night So I Probably Chill At Sultans
Niggas Bite My Flow So I Might Report It Stolen
Got Your Girl Dazed Like She Staring In A Ocean
Running Red Lights Like A Nigga Color Blind
Watch So Flooded I Can′t Even Tell The Time
Hung Up On My Girl I Ain't Even Tell Her By
Y′all Can Follow Rules But To Me They Don't Apply
Never Hit A Woman Man I Rather Hit A Song
Can′t Cross The Line Even If She In The Wrong
I Be Getting Money While You Niggas Getting Loans
Working Hell Of Hard Like A Nigga Got A Clone Yeah
Yeah
Ay