Privacy glass, down halfway, cast On buildings as I pass Bitch feeling kind of way Sitting right next to me thinking what's next with me Intimidated by the playaness, ain't no how to say the she texted me "When you tryna take it to the house?" I'm "Baby girl, we can get to it right now" room in this red label, fold up them oak tray tables, get down Raise that dress up, oh you ain't got on? You you was gon' fuck me, huh? Girls waiting on you so all vexed at the crib Hit you with that 20 questions when they see you stepping out of (What that is) glass And I usually don't ride like But I been on some whole other shit And I usually don't ride this tinted, professionally driven
This shit ain't for them, this is all off life, I'll die if I ever fall off Ho see that and know I ball ain't no such thing as halfway Jets Impostor ass niggas is kicks, they I'm baggage The driver a sign with my name, LAX ain't no rental, I shipped it before I got here, ahead of time Now I'm blue on the 405, redline Kush clouds, times, inspired these dope lines They stronger than coke, than froze Baby don't if it's for her ears or for her nose Do you feeling, they can't see us in here And I usually don't ride like But lately I been on some other shit And I usually don't like this tinted, professionally driven