I'm fucking sleep walking nigga. I'm fucking sleep walking nigga. The cookies got me up, eating at night. My eyes closed, but my mouth opened wide. Yeah. That shit got me so high. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fly. I mean, I feel like I flew. I mean, I flew like I knew. I ain't no shit, a sub-grilla glue. My bad. I told you I'm sad. I mean, I told you I'm here. Fuck it, I don't give a shit. I'm just saying it's smoking and shit, you know. It's so late. I need that. My fucking leaves kickin'. The high-fresh re-backed girl. Smoked and gone to sleep walking. Got the good drool in the heat. It's a missy beat, man. It's fucking sweet, like a nan-na-bed. What you mean, that's too deep. I was just talking about giving respect to OG. Fuck what you heard, nigga. I'm gold-deed. You a whole fleet. You dreaming old z's. I'm a real estate dealer. I trap in home, G. And you home, Lee. Go find a bone and true nigga you dog geek. Fuck off my porch, B. We don't play with tapping niggas. We pull our guns, start spraying on your niggas. Oh, I forgot it was a missy song. Man, check it out. I would never lose. I was born to win. I could never fall. Cause niggas you in. I mean, nigga you wack. I mean, nigga you lame. I leave your brains all over the frame. All over the seat. All over the window. Start playing with me, nigga. Before you get into. I mean, before you go. Before you get into.