Orbit

Lyrics

Poppin these perkys and sippin this hi-tek We gone send the runner to get some more sodas I'm poppin, I gotta look over my shoulder The streets getting colder They just killed a nigga right there up the block from where I used to live at You know [?] that be the drip at This shit is a cycle This shit be so psycho I live every day just like a four [?] I got a little boy, man I'm fresh off a sentence My son he needs Gucci so I gotta get it This life shit too short, man I can't chase no bitches Don't be 'round no pussies, that's bad for my image I talk to the lord and I know that he hear me I fly off the orbit, I'm rockin' Givenchy I step in designer, I jump out the Bentley I used to sell heroin and crack on my pennies I'm draped in designer, I jump out that Bentley I step out that wing, all that fake shit offend me My gang, that's my gang gone fuck up the city We stack up the hundreds and blow through the fifties Just know if you with me, you with me forrealy I Louis my shit just to block out the envy Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas they tricky Still poured off the red, I'm remixin' it simply I won't even look at a bitch if she average Got hoes I can't text cause they don't speak the language I dare you to sleep in the trap with the addicts I still smell the tape when you peel off the wrapper My last show in LA on the stage had a ratchet I shoot out to Vegas to pick up a pack And they countin' me up and I'm back in the stream in the whip And I'm back and this yellow lil bitch, blow her back out And I'm real life, it's deep, bitch no cappin' I went to war with that chicken, relay to niggas Just put that boy in the venue Cut on the TV I put the gang in them phoebes Imported hoe off of Paris Compare me the who? I'm embarrassed I'm in the foreign, NO mileage Trappin, my bitch in the [yaris?] Gun out the drink and we swervin' Whoa, whoa I'm gettin head in the venue, I'm trynna get all up in you Huh, Huh I work that shit in the middle, shawty she diggin my rhythm Huh, whoa I hit that shit in the studio, beat it to my instrumentals Whoa, whoa The way she eat all that dick up, I swear I won't never forget you Poppin these perkys and sippin this hi-tek We gone send the runner to get some more sodas I'm poppin, I gotta look over my shoulder The streets getting colder They just killed a nigga right there up the block from where I used to live at You know [?] that be the drip at This shit is a cycle This shit be so psycho I live every day just like a four [?] I got a little boy, man I'm fragile [?] My son he needs Gucci so I gotta get it This life shit too short, man I can't chase no bitches Don't be 'round no pussies, that's bad for my image I talk to the lord and I know that he hear me I fly off the orbit, I'm rockin' givenchy I step in designer, I jump out the Bentley I used to sell heroin and crack on my pennies Whoa