Lyrics
That six on low, come two-tone
Crew call my new phone, you on
Smoke some shit that you screw on
When she come through, now you gone, yeah (Now you gon', yeah)
When she come through, now you gone, uh, huh (Now you gon')
I'm gon' pull out, no futon (Pah)
Pop off now with the paper, lil' Peter (Yeah)
P1 hot but the S look cleaner (Uh)
Came a long way from the little two-liter (Yeah)
Ready for this hill but the next one steeper
You, you won't give it to me in the coupe
With the sun beamin' through thе roof
With the sun beamin' through the roof
You, you won't givе it to me in the coupe
With the sun beamin' through the roof
With the sun beamin' through the roof
Two pipe, big body (Body)
How she grip like that? (Like that?)
Skintight, like coffee (Uh)
Peel off like avalanche
Plant me some mellow keef
Put pressure on the keys
On track with, with motifs
Call Rick, turn few degrees
Yeah, you're cut, cut in my old ways
Uh, that big head, now I'm stone-faced
Yeah, big box, box, this a suitcase
Uh, had a need to move at my own pace
Treasure somethin' more because I need it
You said I'm proper now, I cannot feel it
Treasure somethin' more because I need it
You said I'm proper now, I cannot feel it
You, you won't give it to me in the coupe
With the sun beamin' through thе roof
With the sun beamin' through the roof
You, you won't givе it to me in the coupe
With the sun beamin' through the roof
With the sun beamin' through the roof
Treasure somethin' more because I need it
You said I'm proper now, I cannot feel it
Treasure somethin' more because I need it
You said I'm proper now, I cannot feel it