Lyrics

[Hook] [Verse One: Cyhi the Prynce] Ok my life should be a high speed chase I speed whenever I see cake Levi's 38, on my D I C K I stay fly, the G5 need brakes So B I G great How the T I P taste? Without the FBI and DA Nigga I see space So far gone I see Drake (waddup) Twist fruit, shorty I chief Crepes East side freeway Man I could've died, Cuz each day is an adventure Shouts out to Bob-by Ray Left my momma house at 16 Told her I'll be straight Got caught with 10 pounds of loud Whipped the trial and beat state So now I'm on the Audobon With an an auto nine I'm in Central Europe and still on Chicago time With a model dime, tryna swallow mine And if she in your car its cuz im out in mine [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm chasing Euros, plural Zero, to these hoes you niggas heroes Weirdos, I dont drink hard liquor All I do is wine, like I was a year-old I don't got a lot of friends, cuz I fear those Who get jealous cuz they bank account ain't near yours (huh) And I all I fuck is queer hoes So when I disappear I don't have to hear an earload I just tell her I be back hunny Cuz fast money don't last money You cats bummy I get paper and now you act funny They grill you on TV Ask Jonny, Black, Pontiac In the H O V Bumpin Hip-H O P I'm on my eighth O Z Me and all my barbados free And i charge em for the dick San Diego heat [Hook]