Lyrics
Me and Skye got a plan, gotta be great With this infinity shit, we make the world
shake While you pick up the call, you know she fuck
Blake Gold chain on your neck, make that shit fake
You better hide your chain with me, cause I'm finna take
Talkin' hella hard, bitch, you better fake your grave
When we blow up, bitch, direct the fuckin' wave
Ayy, ayy, direct the fuckin' wave Hella bitches in my body, man, I can't chase
Smoke the big ass blunt, feel like I'm on space
Fuck the bitch off her period, ain't comin' late
She said the goods, so you know she had to get a date
No gym, but a nigga pushin' big weight Minnesota heart, nigga, we ain't finished, wait
Bitch, Rob, I just threw a touchdown, pushin' but a whistle
We just slid through the block, I almost blew a missile
I told that bitch to come here and come and touch this pistol
That bitch call me Peter Piper, cause she like my pimple
I would let you run, but this bullets gon' get you
Infinity Records finna put that shit on the map
You better shut the fuck up before you get slapped
I got a 30 on this, so better watch your back
Yeah, okay
Bitch says she can't feel me, but I'm in her dome
And she use no hands, she might be the gome
Two clocks, two blunts, nigga, don't choke
And this new bitch wet, so I call her Bo
And this other bitch known, so we call her Ocean
And she hit like ten niggas, I am not jokin
Yeah, this nigga thought I'm lyin', nah, I'm not jokin
Hit a blicker on the fry, left my lungs open
Hit a blick on the fry, now I'm hot as fuck
He smokin' on that booth shit, I got diamond dust
He smokin' on that weak shit, comin' tight for the fry
Gotta find a bad bitch, be like Bonnie and Clyde
Gotta find a bad bitch, be like Clyde and Bonnie
When I sip that one and pop it, turn me to a zombie
When I get that one drink, I get activated
Right now I'm goin' to the top, they gon' be mad I make it
Treat this bitch like Red Nose, and I told her, shake it
You shot me with this fly gun, didn't know homie break it
He flexin' with a fake chain, like we still won't take it
Have a blunt for when I shoot, but I'm still gon' make it
I'm just tryna get some hair, so I don't fuck you naked
Put your clothes on, bitch, you trippin
Get your keys, hit the road, home
Ayy, hit the road, home, you asked for it
Carlos Arias, Rob Hernadez, Skye Jamison
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