Grape Vine
Might just have to slow down
Another track is like a rack
I think we're on now
Where was you
Where was they at when we were so down
And now the shows be looking sold out
Sexting while I'm driving because my shorty across the country
Tell her I need guidance, but that path just keeps unfolding
That's a paper trail
We don't need a scale to show we're heavy
Boy I'm off the dale
Know I've been a villain since a shorty
But my baby such an angel
But she's so unstable
She don't get attention bet she flippin' over tables
That's that... Hold on
Watch me get my run on
Like a sentence with no commas
Tell your honor that I did the shit
This job ain't got no benefits
Nah, she never finished it
But even with no clothes I tell my shorty that she's been a fit
Know it's a rap, like a verse and a hook
Hand on the wheel but I'm drunk Nigga
Swear it's not as hard as it looks
When you're trying to get behind and they Shook
With yah
Tokens, I'm keeping tokens
We playing games
I peep them qouting
Now that I'm focused
Things aren't the same
I make a notion
Shit get moving
And now she hoping
I do not lose it
But see I'm focused I'm hoping
Baby I be sexting while I'm driving
Getting Cali mountain high
And I've been feeling slow
I'm getting close to my desires
I be slurring all my words
You can hear me coming with the (sirens) right behind me
Baby I be sexting while I'm driving
Getting Cali mountain high
And I've been feeling slow
I'm getting close to my desires
I be slurring all my words
You can hear me coming with the (sirens) right behind me
Might just have to slow down
Another track is like a rack
I think we're on now
Where was you
Where was they at when we was so down
And now the shows be looking sold out
I be smoking while I'm flying
Yeah we getting Cali mountain high
You niggas barely qualify
Cross your t's and dot your i's
Getting rich I prophesize
My girl she got the thickest thighs
Hit it when I wake up
Then I bake up
Start the day off right
Broke, but I'm still stupid fly
Chain had left them stupified
And it ain't VVS but it's enough to catch your girlfriends' eye
She sent my phone a text like
Yo whats next
Like do you work tonight
I had to move it quick
Like make it flip
We serving work tonight
Coolie trying to step up to the crew
You'll get embarrassed
This year I'm 22
My ring need 2 more kinds of carrots
This year I'm 22
There's no days off
No time for fairs
Buler, fuck the Muler
Yeah my time to hard to manage
Shorty yelling at me
But she know I don't speak Spanish
She said I slur my words
But baby girl that just the Canibus
And I be painting scenes
Like baby girl just check the canvas
And she gone send them pics
Like baby girl how big your ass is
I be sexting while I'm driving
I be sexting while I'm driving
Getting Cali mountain high
And I've been feeling slow
I'm getting close to my desires
I be slurring all my words
You can hear me coming with the (sirens) right behind me
Gotta hit a few before I dance
Take the wallet out my hands
I don't really got the money for these tokens
Gotta hit a few before I dance
Take the wallet out my hands
I don't really got the money for these tokens
Another track is like a rack
I think we're on now
Where was you
Where was they at when we were so down
And now the shows be looking sold out
Sexting while I'm driving because my shorty across the country
Tell her I need guidance, but that path just keeps unfolding
That's a paper trail
We don't need a scale to show we're heavy
Boy I'm off the dale
Know I've been a villain since a shorty
But my baby such an angel
But she's so unstable
She don't get attention bet she flippin' over tables
That's that... Hold on
Watch me get my run on
Like a sentence with no commas
Tell your honor that I did the shit
This job ain't got no benefits
Nah, she never finished it
But even with no clothes I tell my shorty that she's been a fit
Know it's a rap, like a verse and a hook
Hand on the wheel but I'm drunk Nigga
Swear it's not as hard as it looks
When you're trying to get behind and they Shook
With yah
Tokens, I'm keeping tokens
We playing games
I peep them qouting
Now that I'm focused
Things aren't the same
I make a notion
Shit get moving
And now she hoping
I do not lose it
But see I'm focused I'm hoping
Baby I be sexting while I'm driving
Getting Cali mountain high
And I've been feeling slow
I'm getting close to my desires
I be slurring all my words
You can hear me coming with the (sirens) right behind me
Baby I be sexting while I'm driving
Getting Cali mountain high
And I've been feeling slow
I'm getting close to my desires
I be slurring all my words
You can hear me coming with the (sirens) right behind me
Might just have to slow down
Another track is like a rack
I think we're on now
Where was you
Where was they at when we was so down
And now the shows be looking sold out
I be smoking while I'm flying
Yeah we getting Cali mountain high
You niggas barely qualify
Cross your t's and dot your i's
Getting rich I prophesize
My girl she got the thickest thighs
Hit it when I wake up
Then I bake up
Start the day off right
Broke, but I'm still stupid fly
Chain had left them stupified
And it ain't VVS but it's enough to catch your girlfriends' eye
She sent my phone a text like
Yo whats next
Like do you work tonight
I had to move it quick
Like make it flip
We serving work tonight
Coolie trying to step up to the crew
You'll get embarrassed
This year I'm 22
My ring need 2 more kinds of carrots
This year I'm 22
There's no days off
No time for fairs
Buler, fuck the Muler
Yeah my time to hard to manage
Shorty yelling at me
But she know I don't speak Spanish
She said I slur my words
But baby girl that just the Canibus
And I be painting scenes
Like baby girl just check the canvas
And she gone send them pics
Like baby girl how big your ass is
I be sexting while I'm driving
I be sexting while I'm driving
Getting Cali mountain high
And I've been feeling slow
I'm getting close to my desires
I be slurring all my words
You can hear me coming with the (sirens) right behind me
Gotta hit a few before I dance
Take the wallet out my hands
I don't really got the money for these tokens
Gotta hit a few before I dance
Take the wallet out my hands
I don't really got the money for these tokens
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Writer(s): Malcolm Chester
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