Gib
Woke up in a foreign crib
Fast is how I like to live
I'm seekin all of this
Last night dunno what I did
Bros got the money and sense
Bitches that can't hang get pressed Rollin up gas
Pack that fresh Breathin we steamin like gas
Know that we steamin like gas
Hot like she got me in a trance
Think I should further distance
Poke ya like abra no alakazam Alakazam illusively
Bend your reality with what im sayin
Primed up Hot sun Son of god On the beat i'm super sayan
Change your perspective like when you see her wit out all that glam
Damn Ballin like feelin like the man Man take a rest
All my bars is pro sets
I ain't gon stress bout bein less Simmer the chit chat
Quit all dat jib jab
Because I could not wit that
You know i'll dub it like i'm boutta win that
I left that girl cribski so quickly i had to go get that bag
Then dipped back to the pad where i stay
Now i'm laughin smokin tree wit homie while he joshin bout get that
Got it now imma run off on my next lap
Leave all opposing last in the old past
But family be countin chips to no max
Lost in space like i'm a solar nomad
Woke up in a foreign crib
Fast is how I like to live
I'm seekin all of this
Last night dunno what I did
Bros got the money and sense
Bitches that can't hang get pressed
Rollin up gas pack that fresh
Breathin we steamin like gas
Fast is how I like to live
I'm seekin all of this
Last night dunno what I did
Bros got the money and sense
Bitches that can't hang get pressed Rollin up gas
Pack that fresh Breathin we steamin like gas
Know that we steamin like gas
Hot like she got me in a trance
Think I should further distance
Poke ya like abra no alakazam Alakazam illusively
Bend your reality with what im sayin
Primed up Hot sun Son of god On the beat i'm super sayan
Change your perspective like when you see her wit out all that glam
Damn Ballin like feelin like the man Man take a rest
All my bars is pro sets
I ain't gon stress bout bein less Simmer the chit chat
Quit all dat jib jab
Because I could not wit that
You know i'll dub it like i'm boutta win that
I left that girl cribski so quickly i had to go get that bag
Then dipped back to the pad where i stay
Now i'm laughin smokin tree wit homie while he joshin bout get that
Got it now imma run off on my next lap
Leave all opposing last in the old past
But family be countin chips to no max
Lost in space like i'm a solar nomad
Woke up in a foreign crib
Fast is how I like to live
I'm seekin all of this
Last night dunno what I did
Bros got the money and sense
Bitches that can't hang get pressed
Rollin up gas pack that fresh
Breathin we steamin like gas
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Biswell
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