[00:11.319]F*ck the blunt up, then f*ck your momma
[00:14.402]My VvS cold, like a arctic tundra
[00:17.351]That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
[00:20.173]And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
[00:23.980]This song for the girl with the blonde hair
[00:26.989]Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
[00:29.662]he ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
[00:32.629]Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
[00:35.921]I'm sad as hell, mind everywhere
[00:41.866]Still mind over matter
[00:43.555]Pockets getting fatter, elevate lilke a ladder
[00:47.513]Bae,it's 3AM, I'm tryna blow your back (Blow your back)
[00:50.037]Toot that in the air, baby, and throw it back (Throw it back)
[00:52.942]Hail Mary, throw that like a quarterback (Like a quarterback)
[00:58.708]Love the pill selection that you do with me (Oh)
[01:01.606]Armani, Chanel, ain't nothin' new to me (Yeah)
[01:04.554]Love the way you get on top, you're screwin' me (Oh)
[01:07.759]Baby girl, I love the things you do to me (Yeah)
[01:10.526]Let's make plans, draw outlines
[01:13.102]Take this chance of a life time
[01:15.871]Replacements, there ain't no one
[01:18.706]I go through the most, but you help me stay afloat
[01:21.121]
[01:21.198]F*ck the blunt up, then f*ck your momma
[01:24.230]My VvS cold, like a arctic tundra
[01:27.230]That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
[01:30.023]And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
[01:33.870]This song for the girl with the blonde hair
[01:36.582]Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
[01:39.605]he ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
[01:42.441]Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
[01:44.114]She said that it's sad and (Oh, no)
[01:47.079]She think I got a habit (Oh no)
[01:48.458]She think I got a habit (Oh no)
[01:49.401]Nowadays, the Perc out, it ain't lastin'
[01:51.565]I can't see you, l'm too focused on the cabbage
[01:54.032]I'ma keep on makin' magic, as long as my drugs involved
[01:56.569]Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone
[01:59.547]Some days high tides, some black skies
[02:02.100]I know you don't really love me,just my songs
[02:05.161]Demons leave my crib with bloody nose and black eyes
[02:07.733]Pop another one when l'm alone in my room
[02:11.266]Me and her can share the world and end up being selfish, uh
[02:14.215]Pretty as hell, feel her like braille, Cupid nailed it
[02:17.159]She my umbrella when the rain storms hit
[02:19.054]
[02:19.706]F*ck the blunt up, then f*ck your momma
[02:22.430]My VvS cold, like a arctic tundra
[02:25.283]That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
[02:28.346]And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
[02:31.981]This song for the girl with the blonde hair
[02:34.860]Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
[02:37.546]he ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
[02:40.520]Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

F*ck the blunt up, then f*ck your momma
My VvS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
he ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
I'm sad as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate lilke a ladder
Bae,it's 3AM, I'm tryna blow your back (Blow your back)
Toot that in the air, baby, and throw it back (Throw it back)
Hail Mary, throw that like a quarterback (Like a quarterback)
Love the pill selection that you do with me (Oh)
Armani, Chanel, ain't nothin' new to me (Yeah)
Love the way you get on top, you're screwin' me (Oh)
Baby girl, I love the things you do to me (Yeah)
Let's make plans, draw outlines
Take this chance of a life time
Replacements, there ain't no one
I go through the most, but you help me stay afloat
F*ck the blunt up, then f*ck your momma
My VvS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
he ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
She said that it's sad and (Oh, no)
She think I got a habit (Oh no)
She think I got a habit (Oh no)
Nowadays, the Perc out, it ain't lastin'
I can't see you, l'm too focused on the cabbage
I'ma keep on makin' magic, as long as my drugs involved
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone
Some days high tides, some black skies
I know you don't really love me,just my songs
Demons leave my crib with bloody nose and black eyes
Pop another one when l'm alone in my room
Me and her can share the world and end up being selfish, uh
Pretty as hell, feel her like braille, Cupid nailed it
She my umbrella when the rain storms hit
F*ck the blunt up, then f*ck your momma
My VvS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
he ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah