WHITE HOUSE (feat. Babyface Ray)

(Ayy, Space, we astronauts with this shit)

Yeah

(I just need my space right now)

I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' the culture

Takin' the sauce, then hidin' from vultures

Five-star 'telly, treat the bitch like an office

Labels, they hurt, can't make me a offer

They say that they saw me

Peepin', they watchin', they lookin'

Stop with the games, you a rookie

Foreigns I'm pushin'

Lean back, play with her pussy

Can't kick the cup, I'm a junkie (Ayy, ayy)

Told her I love her, but I'm never settlin', probably repetitive

Protectin' my energy

That Quagen my remedy, I'm thankin' God gave me drugs, he protectin' my enemies

I gave her money, I hope she forgive me

'Til I'm in her city

I fuck a Bentayga ho right in the back of a hemi, still curvin' a rookie

I'm really fightin' them demons, still sick of them 30s, but I'm still gon' fuck with the 20s

They tell me these **** been pressin', the wrong one can stretch 'em, but I get my shit from my auntie

Game from my uncle, fuck is an L?

Get W's, flip it around, I get money

She unlock the door, she know that I'm comin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm Sunny, bitch, I been school since a youngin (Ayy)

I keep on sinnin' myself 'cause I'm bad at listening

Postin' my cup probably bad for business

I be thinkin' everything **** say cap

Rookie-ass ho sellin' out for an app

Gettin' high with Max, say he really miss Act'

**** wanna play and they made him a stack

City too crazy, you fakin' for rap

You're in the club, Kevin's in the club

How cool is it, after all he's been through, to see LaMarcus Aldridge score twenty thousand?

I'm just playing—