Off Another One
We been up them long hours, I done lost my youth
Want candy paint up on the lam, my grill a sweetened tooth
They sipping on my glass of Kool-Aid guess they want the juice
Everybody bouncing off the walls they gone up off the Goose
I been popping blue pills like some M&Ms
Ain't counterfeit them blue bills those is genuine
Foreign whip gon have 300k up on that car you in
Watch me shift into a monster, this shit Tennyson
We gon get it cracking like this shit the 80s
Coco Chanelle and Louis V them threads adorn my baby
Ain't pulling up to shit unless they done already paid me
Carry burners I'm a stove in case you playing shady
(Yeah, yeah)
Three piece suit done got my bitch wet
Slapping my anthem, no Dipset
Drip to my pants got my dick wet
Ante up raise you a milli my chips set
I'm off a good one no bad vibes
Name in they mouths on some mad lies
Mean mugging ain't got no sad eyes
I got shooters wherever my flag lies (Wherever my flag lies)
We been moving too fast pop a seal and make it slower
Jolly Ranchers and promethazine, that's in my soda
Boutta fuck around and raise the bar that y'all done lowered
Catch us in arenas in a year bigger than Moda
Back of the whip
The function steady till the sun's up, then we gon dip
They pouring bubbly in the cup, y'all know how I sip
My wrist stay leaking like a faucet, fuck with my drip
I'm off another one
Sipping tequila, it's andale
They ring but I'm already on the way
Calling my name to the cabaret
Navigate, I'm whipping straight from the matinee
Shooting off cannons I'm wilding
No cover the door they just pile in
Can't turn around too many miles in
Versace ain't gon have shit on my stylist
Diamonds
Shining
High vis that shit lightning
Capped me up some molly
Pop that shit excite me
Climate
Tropic
Shawty bad, she lost it
Sipping on that bourbon
Don't care what the cost is
We been rolling too hard, spark a blunt and turn the lights down
Say she got some standards but she slid right out the night gown
Pussy wet Pacific ain't no paddle think I might drown
Shit ain't even on the fucking map until we slide now
Back of the whip
The function steady till the sun's up, then we gon dip
They pouring bubbly in the cup, y'all know how I sip
My wrist stay leaking like a faucet, fuck with my drip
I'm off another one
Want candy paint up on the lam, my grill a sweetened tooth
They sipping on my glass of Kool-Aid guess they want the juice
Everybody bouncing off the walls they gone up off the Goose
I been popping blue pills like some M&Ms
Ain't counterfeit them blue bills those is genuine
Foreign whip gon have 300k up on that car you in
Watch me shift into a monster, this shit Tennyson
We gon get it cracking like this shit the 80s
Coco Chanelle and Louis V them threads adorn my baby
Ain't pulling up to shit unless they done already paid me
Carry burners I'm a stove in case you playing shady
(Yeah, yeah)
Three piece suit done got my bitch wet
Slapping my anthem, no Dipset
Drip to my pants got my dick wet
Ante up raise you a milli my chips set
I'm off a good one no bad vibes
Name in they mouths on some mad lies
Mean mugging ain't got no sad eyes
I got shooters wherever my flag lies (Wherever my flag lies)
We been moving too fast pop a seal and make it slower
Jolly Ranchers and promethazine, that's in my soda
Boutta fuck around and raise the bar that y'all done lowered
Catch us in arenas in a year bigger than Moda
Back of the whip
The function steady till the sun's up, then we gon dip
They pouring bubbly in the cup, y'all know how I sip
My wrist stay leaking like a faucet, fuck with my drip
I'm off another one
Sipping tequila, it's andale
They ring but I'm already on the way
Calling my name to the cabaret
Navigate, I'm whipping straight from the matinee
Shooting off cannons I'm wilding
No cover the door they just pile in
Can't turn around too many miles in
Versace ain't gon have shit on my stylist
Diamonds
Shining
High vis that shit lightning
Capped me up some molly
Pop that shit excite me
Climate
Tropic
Shawty bad, she lost it
Sipping on that bourbon
Don't care what the cost is
We been rolling too hard, spark a blunt and turn the lights down
Say she got some standards but she slid right out the night gown
Pussy wet Pacific ain't no paddle think I might drown
Shit ain't even on the fucking map until we slide now
Back of the whip
The function steady till the sun's up, then we gon dip
They pouring bubbly in the cup, y'all know how I sip
My wrist stay leaking like a faucet, fuck with my drip
I'm off another one
Credits
Writer(s): Vaughan Tyskiewicz
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