Portal
Check my feet Sbs on deck
Woke up and got a check
I'm rollin the ZaZa
Forget what we eatin for breakfast
Lastnight it was drama in the club but we just youn and reckless
Fast like we all the way turnt up
Hit my shoulder shrug
We from the dirt we dug
I had to shake off some bugs
I had to shake off the mug on my face
All because I need space
Tired of all the pretendin dese niggas be actin like friends they enemies we gone take off in a Benz literally in the strip club throwin tens
Dis off the dome yeah fuck a pen
I'm all alone in the booth goin crazy I'm spitting like I lost a tooth but you heard that before
How bout sum new
The link on my chain is Gucci
Remember the days I used to rock study
In my back yard issa jacuzzi
And I never been in it
And I never been in
She want me to swim in it
But I'm more independent
I think I lost my pendant
I'm blaming everyone that cross my vision
Stop the music look and listen
Then I see it's in the kitchen on the island by the liquor
If decision makin was so easy I would do it quicker
If we didn't know how to control the anger ouu I promise we'll be dangerous
We got demons but the angels watchin over us like
Watchin over us man we be chillin we be turnt up
Check my shirt it's undercover
Belt bottega venneta uh
Fashion wizards get ya pieces
Make ya mind up you want me
Going super ultra speed
Like a fighter we'll blast ya
Skipping over trash shit
We blow up at cockpit uh
hope you see some light every day u get up uh
We can be the light light
Yeah light it up umm
We been running shit no option
They can dub us know God got us
You know that we got options
We can get this muthafucka poppin
Got the whole club got yo bitch dropping
And she want some shots i ain't stopping her
Somebody come check the thermometer
I got hot in here now I'm outta here
I've been highhhh, yeah
Somebody call my guys
You know everything be one of one
Everytime we come in it's all done
You know I'm here man I'm here son
You my son & his son
Teo & i we be getting it
Overseas we be splitting shit
Yo bitch weee be kickin it
Smoke one, roll one & hit it
Woke up and got a check
I'm rollin the ZaZa
Forget what we eatin for breakfast
Lastnight it was drama in the club but we just youn and reckless
Fast like we all the way turnt up
Hit my shoulder shrug
We from the dirt we dug
I had to shake off some bugs
I had to shake off the mug on my face
All because I need space
Tired of all the pretendin dese niggas be actin like friends they enemies we gone take off in a Benz literally in the strip club throwin tens
Dis off the dome yeah fuck a pen
I'm all alone in the booth goin crazy I'm spitting like I lost a tooth but you heard that before
How bout sum new
The link on my chain is Gucci
Remember the days I used to rock study
In my back yard issa jacuzzi
And I never been in it
And I never been in
She want me to swim in it
But I'm more independent
I think I lost my pendant
I'm blaming everyone that cross my vision
Stop the music look and listen
Then I see it's in the kitchen on the island by the liquor
If decision makin was so easy I would do it quicker
If we didn't know how to control the anger ouu I promise we'll be dangerous
We got demons but the angels watchin over us like
Watchin over us man we be chillin we be turnt up
Check my shirt it's undercover
Belt bottega venneta uh
Fashion wizards get ya pieces
Make ya mind up you want me
Going super ultra speed
Like a fighter we'll blast ya
Skipping over trash shit
We blow up at cockpit uh
hope you see some light every day u get up uh
We can be the light light
Yeah light it up umm
We been running shit no option
They can dub us know God got us
You know that we got options
We can get this muthafucka poppin
Got the whole club got yo bitch dropping
And she want some shots i ain't stopping her
Somebody come check the thermometer
I got hot in here now I'm outta here
I've been highhhh, yeah
Somebody call my guys
You know everything be one of one
Everytime we come in it's all done
You know I'm here man I'm here son
You my son & his son
Teo & i we be getting it
Overseas we be splitting shit
Yo bitch weee be kickin it
Smoke one, roll one & hit it
Credits
Writer(s): Mateo Bowles
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