[Intro BK] Turn on, tune in, drop out Turn on, tune in, drop out Turn on, tune in, drop out Turn on, tune in, drop out Turn on, tune in, drop out Turn on, tune in, drop out Turn on, tune in, drop out [Verse 1 BK] She a little self conscious, Im a little self deprecating Got the pills in her Prada, were uptown celebrating Got gems in the vault, we be quietly innovating Got twisted addictions, she rehabilitating Were a little self medicating In the hills, were meditating Flow is impeccable Rolled up the vegetables, throwed at the festival Dealing like vouchers Hear all the doubters but feel super powers Like were the best rappers Its really that simple I read you like Kindle Walk into TTTs Ay! Walk into TTTs Had an epiphany Got hits like little league Who the fuck is Tiffany? Walk between bars in the city Got xans in her frocket Remember her freshman year college When she was so innocent We teased her and now its sativa with incense The candles are cheaper She been with a cheater but now she a senior Oh! Now she a senior Out from her research Pitchers of liquor She drank a whole liter Im drunk and her features look better on ice And Im feeling her ass and like thatll suffice And she wants a half eighth And Im breaking the bank And Im weighing weight Sporty and rich and all draped in Adidas Drinking Sangria while getting the reup [Verse 2 Amar] Yeah Bud and thots, yeah I got a lots So I hit geebs, grab a couple drops Yeah I hit the streets after a couple shots Man I got the sauce like my name is Motts My eyes are red and my head is heavy I know your type, yeah I know you petty And Im living fast like Im Richard Petty Amar always wilding, like on Serengeti [Interlude Amar] Damn, man, Ive been, Im, Im faded, Im faded [Verse 3 Amar] Yeah Im running around Im the king of the town I got some blunts and the brown Im closing my eyes and I hear all these sounds These girls dancing around And their asses they bounce And the bouncers are downstairs So bring all the crew in We popping off ounces We flip it, we flip it We find a fuck boy, then you know we renounce him We get it, we get it We did it, we did it You think Im too high, well why you down there bitching The weeds in the kitchen, so loud you can listen You got your suspicion We dont smoke no mid, you can tell by the stench And its simple addition, that tree and that alchie Give me superpowers, devour these bitties Just dont dance with me, if you know you look shitty Yeah, I like my girls pretty, with bank like theyre Citi With views from the city Im loving the way Im loving the way I feel from the jump Yeah, were balling so hard Like my homies can dunk I stashed Js in my Js when on minimum wage Now Im lifted for days, gotta wage on the way Got this Red Bull and vodka, Im turnt up all day Yeah, I live in old ways, love medicinal waves And I ride them like K. Slater back in the day Way way back in the day!
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