Lyrics
I'm just doin' what I do, smokin' weed with a brew
In a all white castle as I hear the fuckin' flutes
I just wanna make my loot as I tell y'all the truth
And my phone 'bout to die, so your calls ain't on route
I'ma prolly cop a coupe just to flex with the crew
Me and my **** BONES smokin' backwoods 'til we puke
I can't hear what you sayin', got your life on mute
Playin' footsies with your girl while we wrapped under a quilt
On and on we go
And all I hear is on and on she go
On and on we go
And all I hear is on and on she go
I'm K-Ci, I'm JoJo, I'm crazy, I'm loco
These bitches lookin' like Yoko, oh no, they so gone
I'm so dead, I'm cash, I'm rollin' blunts on my Mac
I'm feelin' somethin' like Young Dro the way the rubber bands just snap
It's the white Mike Jones, so they blowin' up my phone
Comin' down, just a young dumb fuck that could flow
I don't need your respect, I don't need your connect
All I need is my drugs and some woods for my nest, what?
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna wake up if you're not right here
I don't wanna wake up (damn)
I don't wanna wake up if you're not right here (uh, uh)
All you knuckleheads is hella scared
Y'all stupid, y'all can't deal with this
I'm killin', I will get with this so easily, I do this shit
All you **** tryna be like me, you need to stop that shit
Y'all need to quit that shit so fuckin' quick 'cause y'all is ugly bitch
I don't give a fuck about how you feel or your fuckin' clothes
**** you can get your lame ass up out the door
Every time you see me I be with my fleet, and we be so damn clean
You be like, "God-damn man", and your girl be like, "Damn, I wanna be with them
Can we chill? Can we smoke or somethin'?"
I be like, "Hell nah bitch"
I got priorities that don't include you
And I'm doin' what I gotta do for me and my crew, bitch
Written by: Xavier Andrew Beard
