Yeah
Rock out like baby im gnarly
Pop out with Fendi my body
Geeked out with drugs in my body
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Yeah (pop out)
Yeah
Yeah (geeked out)
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Im fucking this bitch and she giving me body-ody
Im going on drills, she hitting my phone about it
And she saying she love me, but I highly doubt it
Just tell me the truth you aint gotta lie about it
And you doing them things to me and I dont cry about it
Left me abandoned and I walked a mile about it
And Im
So
High (yeah)
Baby
Baby
Why (yeah)
Im so
Im so
High (yeah)
Baby
Baby
Why
Wake me up and tell me you love me
Off of them drugs and I feel like a mummy
How many times you gone play me like a dummy
Fuck around and put that dick in yo tummy
And you know that im slime
My nose stay runny
And we keep that fye
And we keep that drummy (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Yeah (pop out)
Yeah
Yeah (geeked out)
Rockin out for my granny
Rocking out for my family
Cos niggas really can't stand me
Yeah
Yeah
Im trynna get a fucking a million
Im trynna win a fucking grammy
I gotta do it for my mammy
Rock out like baby im gnarly
Pop out, Fendi my body
Geeked out with drugs in my body
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Yeah (pop out)
Yeah
Yeah (geeked out)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Pop out with Fendi my body
Geeked out with drugs in my body
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Yeah (pop out)
Yeah
Yeah (geeked out)
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Im fucking this bitch and she giving me body-ody
Im going on drills, she hitting my phone about it
And she saying she love me, but I highly doubt it
Just tell me the truth you aint gotta lie about it
And you doing them things to me and I dont cry about it
Left me abandoned and I walked a mile about it
And Im
So
High (yeah)
Baby
Baby
Why (yeah)
Im so
Im so
High (yeah)
Baby
Baby
Why
Wake me up and tell me you love me
Off of them drugs and I feel like a mummy
How many times you gone play me like a dummy
Fuck around and put that dick in yo tummy
And you know that im slime
My nose stay runny
And we keep that fye
And we keep that drummy (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Yeah (pop out)
Yeah
Yeah (geeked out)
Rockin out for my granny
Rocking out for my family
Cos niggas really can't stand me
Yeah
Yeah
Im trynna get a fucking a million
Im trynna win a fucking grammy
I gotta do it for my mammy
Rock out like baby im gnarly
Pop out, Fendi my body
Geeked out with drugs in my body
Yeah
Yeah (rock out)
Yeah
Yeah (pop out)
Yeah
Yeah (geeked out)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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Writer(s): Ian Johnson
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