Vail, CO
2:30 in the morning, I'm geekin' off ecstasy (huh)
This bitch a freak and she wanna have sex with me (ha, ha)
I'm off the Henny, it's getting the best of me (ha, yeah)
Mixin' the Oxy with rum, that's my recipe (yeah, yeah)
Diamonds all on me, yeah, they fighting, they wrestling
Higher mental, call you back 'fore I went to sleep (oh, oh)
In the SRT, I'm smashing the gas (oh, woah)
Gettin' away, police can't get no pass (woah, yeah)
All I wanted is the money, the bag (bag, yeah)
This codeine on my ass, I'm hopin' that I don't crash (yeah, crash)
In the straight driving fast, you way better than my last (last)
In the strip club throwing hundreds, and I might bring you to the back
Your body right, you lookin' bad (yeah)
That ass is fat, you wiggle it on the 'Gram (yeah)
You got your license to paint nails
You got accepted up in Yale (uh-huh)
She got long hair, no kale
Anything you do, you don't tell (I'm always gon' care)
She live in the mountains up in Vail (Vail), yeah (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
2:30 in the morning, I'm geekin' off ecstasy
This bitch a freak and she wanna have sex with me (yeah)
I'm off the Henny, it's getting the best of me (woah, woah)
Mixin' the Oxy with rum, that's my recipe (woah)
Diamonds all on me, yeah, they fighting, they wrestling
Higher mental, call you back 'fore I went to sleep (yeah)
In the SRT, I'm smashing the gas
Gettin' away, police can't get no pass (yeah)
All I wanted is the money, the bag
Baby, you know that you bad (you know that you bad)
You got a weakness, it's mad
All these niggas wanna smash (smash, yeah)
Heat up, baby, E Class (E Class)
In the rain, S Class (S Class)
You even lit when you flyin', baby
You know you ridin' first class (class, baby)
(Yeah, you know you ridin' first class, you know you ridin' first class, you know you ridin' first class)
(You shakin' all that ass, uh, I make these niggas mad)
(You shakin' all that ass)
(Yeah, go and pop them tags on you)
(Yeah, go and pop them tags on you)
(Yeah, go and pop them tags on you)
(Oh, you go and pop them tags on you)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
This bitch a freak and she wanna have sex with me (ha, ha)
I'm off the Henny, it's getting the best of me (ha, yeah)
Mixin' the Oxy with rum, that's my recipe (yeah, yeah)
Diamonds all on me, yeah, they fighting, they wrestling
Higher mental, call you back 'fore I went to sleep (oh, oh)
In the SRT, I'm smashing the gas (oh, woah)
Gettin' away, police can't get no pass (woah, yeah)
All I wanted is the money, the bag (bag, yeah)
This codeine on my ass, I'm hopin' that I don't crash (yeah, crash)
In the straight driving fast, you way better than my last (last)
In the strip club throwing hundreds, and I might bring you to the back
Your body right, you lookin' bad (yeah)
That ass is fat, you wiggle it on the 'Gram (yeah)
You got your license to paint nails
You got accepted up in Yale (uh-huh)
She got long hair, no kale
Anything you do, you don't tell (I'm always gon' care)
She live in the mountains up in Vail (Vail), yeah (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
2:30 in the morning, I'm geekin' off ecstasy
This bitch a freak and she wanna have sex with me (yeah)
I'm off the Henny, it's getting the best of me (woah, woah)
Mixin' the Oxy with rum, that's my recipe (woah)
Diamonds all on me, yeah, they fighting, they wrestling
Higher mental, call you back 'fore I went to sleep (yeah)
In the SRT, I'm smashing the gas
Gettin' away, police can't get no pass (yeah)
All I wanted is the money, the bag
Baby, you know that you bad (you know that you bad)
You got a weakness, it's mad
All these niggas wanna smash (smash, yeah)
Heat up, baby, E Class (E Class)
In the rain, S Class (S Class)
You even lit when you flyin', baby
You know you ridin' first class (class, baby)
(Yeah, you know you ridin' first class, you know you ridin' first class, you know you ridin' first class)
(You shakin' all that ass, uh, I make these niggas mad)
(You shakin' all that ass)
(Yeah, go and pop them tags on you)
(Yeah, go and pop them tags on you)
(Yeah, go and pop them tags on you)
(Oh, you go and pop them tags on you)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
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Writer(s): Deante Adam Johnson, Bhristo Bhristo
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