Hey brudds, check the bottle real quick. Yeah, see, cheers man. Yeah! Let's do it. Weston. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, fucking off man. The seabed. Yeah, I got the misses in the front and the system in the back. I was drinking at the wheel, I been sipping on the jack. And I just see no media, they caught me this and that. No, I'm headed to the city where the boys are kicking back. Ride to the wheels for law, for I get a flat. If somebody tried to stop me, I'm gonna tell that bitch relax. And I know I'm doing wrong, but you wouldn't live once. Be in my team, being a bunch of sick, concert. Fuck up, I'm off face, I'm strutting. Go back, fuck up, I'm strutting. I'm fuck up out my way, I'm strutting. Fuck up out the way, bravo, I'm strutting. Gonna get this, depression up or back, gotta happen lot. I just cracked a long neck like it's not to rot. I got so much drip, you could have a bath, I get on the track, I snap like a camera, I'm co-hiding, I restart it. I got a flow better, stretcher, these comments. My farm will never be common with this rap shit. I ain't fucking retarded, so I'm in court. I just gotta get it, I just keep it moving under with the fuck I'm headed. Any beat of touches, gonna get dead it in. I already said it, but I'm trying to get breaded. I just gotta suck it all up and then flip it. Man, it's where the gutter, I'm different, just don't listen. Every time I speak, I shine, I just glistening. I swear to god, this beat is better girl. Missing men, I'm back on my shit. I'm in my soul, told them I sound when the nobody's firm. I just been riding this wave like a cowboy. You can't tell me, not for my fucker, I'm broke. You can't trust nobody, these days. But it's all good, baby, I got me. Just give me your beat, and I'm mucking them happy. As long as I got the butt on the JV, fuck up out my face, I'm striding. Yeah, brother, I'm striding. Yeah, I mean, down to beat, you know. Fuck up out my way, I'm striding. Fuck, I'm back striding, baby. Brother, I'm striding, I'm gonna drift my car down. Paraguero, just fly, we know where to go. And the Friday set, you can call my smoke, we'll be. Fly down, Paraguero, so fuck up out my face. I'm striding, fuck up out my face. I'm striding, fuck up out my way, I'm striding. Fuck up out my way, I'm striding. Bitch, I'm on a stride, we be kicking on. Kick it out, don't pass me the darn kid, fit it, isn't filled with crows. Nave is carry on, but with all the bloody noise. We just can't know and tell them. Yeah, the fucking boys, hey.