O.D. (feat. Titus)

Memba Memba we was broke remember lord forgive me Let nobody test me I can't hold my temper I been cold as shoulders Frozen over No my soul December Open up that window I been smoking, gas pedal To that fucking metal Memba Memba we was broke remember Lord forgive me Let nobody test me I can't hold my temper Memba Memba we was broke remember Used to track the rental Open up the magazine my bish is center Remember MEMBA? Wait nah Let me jog it I just keep them bank notes Woah I don't jot shit Can't you see this carpet Alpacca, hoe you blot this Skirt off in a spaceship Your bitch in my cockpit Think im going up I might do too much Think im going up I might do too much Think im going up Think im going up Think im going up I might do too much Whoa ha whoa ha Okay she want the bezzle Yea, I want the mental Yea, I'm crash landing Look at my incidentals Yea, hot off the kettle, Yea, high off my level Yea, tear drop booty on her That's so sentimental Look at the ice Look at it yikes Look at the pink in the sprite Look at the sugar Look at the spice We can do everything nice Ain't no showing us Did we prove too much Whats that in my cup Think my proof too much Think im going up I might do too much Think im going up I might do too much Think im going up Think im going up Think im going up I might do too much