motives

What's up Rick?

I've been calling ye all day and ye haven't been answering, bro

Anyway, I'm sick of these fucking parties

Can't wait to get the yup boys around

I'm talkin' hopping off the walls buzz

It's absolutely crazy

Yeah, I'm sick of going to these parties, sick of going to these motives

B-bitch, I'm sippin' on Bacardi, swear I don't have a notion

Yeah, pull up to your girls house and I leave her wetter than the ocean (wha)

Baller came through with that Henny, so now we're just sippin' on potions

Roll up a spliff of that good gas, baby, it's oh so potent

Poppin a yerc', I feel like a tire, I won't stop rollin'

Yeah, I'm on a flight-, I'm on a flight going straight to Poland

Yeah, she like to chill with me, she say I boost her Oxytocin

Off a bean and I'm floatin'

I make music that's hittin' your colons

I'm good, I'm golden

Which afters are we going to?

Yeah, my phone keep blowin' up

I'm still gonna keep showin' up

And I'm gonna keep growin' up

So I may as well keep rollin' up

Sick of going to these parties, sick of going to these motives

Man, I'm sippin' on Bacardi, swear I don't have a notion

Pull up to your girls gaff and I leave her wetter than the ocean

Baller came through with the Henny, so now we're just sipping' on potions