Pure Game, Glass of Wine, and a Blunt

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, look Well if its real, I want it (?) and I mean from it How 'bout you call your woman See how she feel about roaming To the Lobster from the Lo Mein Broken tail lights, to the doorman From the preacher to the showman Make a (?) want to glow man I ain't gon' waste your time I studied economics If one works to waste time You question all their profits Gap-toothed man with that logic Columbiano my set Man all these niggas flexing But do not show their biceps Got a band in my pants (?) Little does she know about a nigga's process If I'm a broke nigga working on a project Or a pillow talking nigga about the gossip Or a pistol popping nigga trying to rob shit She should ask me whether she should ride yet (?) Imma let her guess where the conquest is next Cool it down a little bit Look Now Now [Verse 2] Looking out my window I know what these hoes want And I'm and A1 and 2 I'm not even gon' front But niggas put that effort into pulling off a stunt I just got pure game, glass of wine, and a blunt Yeah Shake these niggas off of me (?) my swag so awfully Yeah mother fucker its costing me Learn my nigga, this varsity You still getting out your car seat I'm just trying to let them know that ain't what a boss be Awhile ago they lost me Chicks be still getting raunchy Memories might haunt me But everything I show off me She just said she saw me Tell that girl just call me Put that thing up on me Tell that girl just call me Put that thing up on me