[Verse 1]
She woop with them bags, full of them bands
High on alert, I'm high as a kite
Hoes on the couch, my niggas faded
This shit is crazy, I'm bout to set off in this bitch
Hollywood hills, the money is real
Coke in your nose, table of blow
Take her garage, no where to park
Ratchet bitches love to walk
Fine ratchet bitches, tall like [?]
Gucci slippers, [?[ they wear pad
We fuck get high like Lenny and Yoko Ono
Will I remember tommorow, that's something I don't know
[Hook]
Smoked out, dabbed out, all my homies passed out (x3)
Smoked out, leaned out, living with them [?]
I'm on the [?] slumped up
I'm on the [?] throwing up
I'm on the [?] all these bitches
I'm on the [?] smoked out
[Verse 2]
20 racks, blowing bands
First class, big planes
Fly ho, from Instagram
What you know, been a fan
You all in the gram, you blowing it up
I came in her mouth, I'm throwing it out
What did you think, I've worked 20 mill
Hollywood hills, the money is real
Xanax and liquor all in my system
[?]
All of my niggas is dabbed out bout to shut this shit down
Fire alarm, the neighbors is hating, the neighbors is hating
I offered her liquor, she offered me shrooms
I'm fucked