Lyrics

[Chorus: Tristan Dior] I'm smoking backwoods full of runtz Wake up and I need me a blunt Wake up and I get in that pussy Your wife she think i'm good looking Fuck her on the counter of the kitchen My bitch got marble floors in her mansion Pull up Aventador, crazy engine Mask up on my face like a ninja Slide in a Maybach and the seats they massaging me Your bitch she massaging me My drugs high quality I ain't got no breathe, i'm smoking too much Draco, it's gone bust Wake up in the morning, i'm taking 3 pills Kiss on her neck and it's giving her chills [Verse 1: Tristan Dior] My ex bitch hit me up, she wanna chill She left me when I was out in the field Thеy got 50k for me, I ain't signing that deal I need a motherfucking mill' High as fuck, postеd in the hill Infinity pool got LED lights I told you once, I ain't gone tell you twice Disrespect me, you gone pay the price [Verse 2: Freddy Flacko] I just touched down in the ville Fucking these hoes like i'm catching a kill I fuck that hoe in the stu' she like Flacko that's too real All I do is get high all day, I told that hoe i'm chill And I told her I ain't sipping no drank if it ain't come with a seal I got more sticks than the navy seal I got blue all up in my bills I got hoes all up in a mansion I got 3 pretty hoes and they dancing I'm in L.A. like Magic I'm out of state I ain't tap in This bitch got a BBL, I fuck from the back and it's clapping She say she wanna live in the hill I told that bitch yeah I need a bill' Hold up like I need a mill' first You ain't gang, catch a kill first She wanna fuck me to this verse Hold up i'm finna pop a pill first I'm in her guts she say it hurts Fuck my opps, I put em in the dirt Uh uh, yeah I put em in the dirt She wanna fuck in the back of the Bach and I told that hoe close the curtains I got too many bands in my jeans I got too many percs in my lean I got too many fiends in the trap I got too many hoes on the map I got a K on my lap, no bap Why would I come in the club no strap? I fuck that hoe off a perc, she tapped She want some money, I don't know about that [Verse 3: Slayer Montana] I'm high as shit and I been geeking all weekend Me and Tristan, we out in Miami, we chilling with the hoes right Now We tryna go up on the score right now We mixing the perc with the Fanta Got a white hoe that look like Hannah Montana She said she wanna chill with Tristan Dior and Slayer Montana I might just go trade in the Lamb truck for a [?] My new whip it look like it came from Venus She said she wanna fuck in the back of the whip with the stars in the ceiling I'm never late to my flight cause the driver straight right to the staircase My whole life a gamble i'm tryna go gamble that shit some more I'm on a whole other realm I still don't know where this shit gone take me oh woah It's lonely at the top oh woah Her niggas be dropping my name on the low [Chorus: Tristan Dior] I'm smoking backwoods full of runtz Wake up and I need me a blunt Wake up and I get in that pussy Your wife she think i'm good looking Fuck her on the counter of the kitchen My bitch got marble floors in her mansion Pull up Aventador, crazy engine Mask up on my face like a ninja Slide in a Maybach and the seats they massaging me Your bitch she massaging me My drugs high quality I ain't got no breathe, i'm smoking too much Draco, it's gone bust Wake up in the morning, i'm taking 3 pills Kiss on her neck and it's giving her chills