WYA?

Big body sittin outside, where you at?
Yea p**** boy telling a lie, cat in that hat
Lil buddy can't have my nine that's the type of s*** that ruin my high
Bloodshot red in my eyes I'm laying on the ground but my head in the sky

I'm in love with the wok but lately I've been messing with tris
I'm already married to money but she want to be my miss
Yea I be high like twenty four seven
I just popped like two percs baby I might just go meet you in heaven
I'm in love wit the lean but I mixed wit a perc yea I'm feelin so clean
Rocking Celine, I post where am I at so you know where I be
You know what I mean, back to future s*** leaving flames on street
You not part of the team, all my homies identified with them diamond rings
Now hold on how you get the bag so fast?
Now hold on I ain't finna tell you all that
Yea now that I live on my own
Imma need them shooters on go
And I pray you don't go home
Cuz I swear imma take yo' soul

Big body sittin outside, where you at?
Yea p**** boy telling a lie, cat in that hat
Lil buddy can't have my nine that's the type of s*** that ruin my high
Bloodshot red in my eyes I'm laying on the ground but my head in the sky
Big body sittin outside, where you at?
Yea p**** boy telling a lie, cat in that hat
Lil buddy can't have my nine that's the type of s*** that ruin my high
Bloodshot red in my eyes I'm laying on the ground but my head in the sky