App

Thinking bout the thoughts i had
Ooo that’s sad
Put sum fuckin digits on the dash
I can’t crash
Ooo wait, what we doing, I’m in first class
My homie chillin in the back he off a tab

Ooo wait she tell me she want me to be her dad
That’s a sticky sticky icky Vicky oh yeah she so bad uh
The haters stick to being mad uh
While I’m making money off the app uh

I just poured a four and I did it with my eyes closed
I let ‘em go, I let it tip toe
Make some more, they might think that I own petco
Take it out, doing work on the cell phone
X2

Uh wait it’s a movie
Uh wait it’s a new me
Bitch I’m silent in these streets
Bitch you never knew me uh yeah
I need 2 please
And I need it quick quick
She a cutie
Think I need a quick pic

Really we do magic
Sometimes you just gotta let it happen
Put the drama in the past tense
I don’t wanna make that a bad habit