Big Pete
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank
Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
(Uh)
Baby tell a nigga what it hit foe
Tryna get the info
Slide off with a nigga in a rental
Blazing up the indo
She just tryna see what niggas into
You can bring your friends tho
Can tell that that's your nigga from your ringtone
You was sposed to been home
She was get breesh and now she feeling treeshy
I ain't tryna fend them problems
Shorty believe me
But you ain't make it easy
Neck like a hoover
Tryna keep the peace like beats I'm never peaking
Rolling facial blunts up then I'm keepin it moving
Making old money got no need for a nuisance
Chillin wit my old bitch sittin up in her new whip
Shorty kept saying fetch thought she was clueless
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank
Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
Gotta roll up get high while we thank Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank
Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
(Uh)
Baby tell a nigga what it hit foe
Tryna get the info
Slide off with a nigga in a rental
Blazing up the indo
She just tryna see what niggas into
You can bring your friends tho
Can tell that that's your nigga from your ringtone
You was sposed to been home
She was get breesh and now she feeling treeshy
I ain't tryna fend them problems
Shorty believe me
But you ain't make it easy
Neck like a hoover
Tryna keep the peace like beats I'm never peaking
Rolling facial blunts up then I'm keepin it moving
Making old money got no need for a nuisance
Chillin wit my old bitch sittin up in her new whip
Shorty kept saying fetch thought she was clueless
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
Baby slide me to five for the tank
Gotta roll up get high while we thank
Reach up in the glove
Grab the scale
Grab the plate
Spend a little cheese
Split the pie
Keep the cake
Credits
Writer(s): Julor Harrold-hart
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