I smoke like a motha fucking chimney
Laughing with my eyes closed
Yellin' Bret cig me.
But thats neither here nor there
'Cause when I talk ya hear thoughts so rare
I'm finna be on clap your hands say "Yeah"
The weight of my mistake
I need an ounce in a bag
Super high me flow
On the champagne campaign
Elect me I popped every bottle ever made
Expect me I ducked every model when they came
They be hittin' my line and I just let it ring
Split a swisher
with your sister 'cause she kissed her
Consider her so pretty
Yo with this shit I whispered
Recite some old lyrics
Make a bitch fall in love
Then Im on to the next 'cause one is not enough
One is not enough
Nah, one is not enough
But if she brings a friend I know is finna get rough.
