Paars In The Mars
Yo, that's gas
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (Yeah)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock'
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (Let's go)
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots
(Whatever that she gon' need
Yeah, yeah, she get shit for cheap)
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots
(These fuck niggas weak, yeah, yeah, she tryna die for me)
I get high, high, high, high
Bitch, I'm high like yeah
(Promethazine got me, no hope)
Bitch, I'm turnt like yeah
(That codeine, it got me, no hope)
Bitch, I'm high like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm turnt like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm geeked like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm turnt like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm high like yeah
Mexican, Latino, yeah, she like the Taki
(Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm)
Got that cash in this bitch, bitch
I'm swagged out, for sure
Been had swag for sure, huh
Pop that tic-tac-toe (Let's go)
Pop X, tic-tac-toe, huh (Let's go)
Smoke O's, tic-tac-toe, huh (Let's go)
Nigga wanna fuck my ho
Nigga get Peter Rolled (Yeah)
I don't even need a ho
Nothing but them C-notes, ho
I don't give a fuck 'bout no rappers (Woah)
I don't give a fuck what y'all on
(Let's get high like, yeah)
Shit, I'm high as fuck, huh, and I'm smokin' strong
(Yeah, yeah)
And I'm geeked up like Lo, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Mama ain't raised no ho, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Plus, my mama too good (Turnt like yeah)
Shit, my family good
Said my mama good (Mama) , and grandmama good
(Grandmama)
Ain't seen my auntie in a while, but we misunderstood
(Selena, yeah)
I'm so high off medications, I can't stand it (I'm geeked)
I just saw the reaper like I'm Billy and Mandy (Yeah)
I'm too geeked up off a P, swear I'm antsy (Yeah)
That's why I got level-head, I pop a Xanny
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots
(Yeah, let's go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, lets go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(Woo, woo, no Tris)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(Woo, woo)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(Woo, like this)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock'
Yo, that's gas
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (Yeah)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(Woah, let's go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(No Tris)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
(No yellow, no piss)
I sip Wock', Wock'
(Wock', Wock')
I do drugs, so off that XE, yeah, it bitin' me, yeah
This that Uzi Vert, that UFO, lil' IGP, yeah
You pop Tesla, I pop G6, that ain't bite to me, yeah
I don't give a fuck how rich I be
I'll still drop striker seats, yeah
(Ten racks)
Black people love me like Mike Jack, B
I'll get you dropped for a fee, yeah
Mopar need to get Olympics, this is a track meet, yeah
She from New York, yeah, yeah, she get chopped for cheese
Skateboard, nigga, zoom, yeah, yeah, she tryna grind for me
(Thick-ass blunt)
(Thick-ass blunt)
Compositor: Ivison Smith / Magnus Høiberg / Symere Woods