On My Way!
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
Hey I'm on my way girl
Mac savage
I'm full of they hey girl!
Baby I got what you need
Texting paragraphs
It's cool, I kinda like to read
Graduated from the streets
I been got my degree
You smell the odor
(Bacci)
Baccarat
Baccarat
Baccarat
Baccarat
(On my body)
You talking tough then I'm hoppin out
Rich nigga still a
post up at the Waffle House
Diamonds boxing, Rocky
Who in the fuck in this bitch brought Muhammad out? (Ali)
Shawty called me toxic
I can't go for shit
I don't know what you talking bout
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
Hey I'm on my way girl
Mac savage
I'm full of they hey girl!
Baby I got what you need
Texting paragraphs
It's cool, I kinda like to read
Graduated from the streets
I been got my degree
You smell the odor
(Bacci)
Baccarat
Baccarat
Baccarat
Baccarat
(On my body)
You talking tough then I'm hoppin out
Rich nigga still a
post up at the Waffle House
Diamonds boxing, Rocky
Who in the fuck in this bitch brought Muhammad out? (Ali)
Shawty called me toxic
I can't go for shit
I don't know what you talking bout
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
I'm on my way
I just hit the weed
I'm sipping lean
I can't feel my eyes
So high that I could glide
She asked me where am I
I text her back and told her baby
Credits
Writer(s): Clay Perry Iii
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