BLiNGBLAOW

[Chorus]
How the hell I get high? Put the racks in the vault
Took her soul, I guess this shit, problem solved
Dom rollin' green just like it's rollin' golf
How the hell I'm supposed to get high, that's at all?
Hell, I'm supposed to go right out the park
Hell, I'm supposed to go ring like Jafar
'Cause I guess that I'm higher than Mars
'Cause I guess that I'm handsome, charge
'Cause I guess that I strive for more, huh
'Cause I guess that my bands will ball (Let's go)

[Verse]
I guess that I'm bad tomorrow
My bitch, she is bad tomorrow
I cannot fall for sorry, pop at none
I could go shop, my chain just make me jump
I took her top and brain, she ball 'em up
Partners up off of pain and smokin' Runtz
Cuban, lil thick, a señorita, huh
I dropped out of school at seven, I ain't flunk
My partners keep slingin' pain and servin' skunk
I match every fit, I could've copped a dunk
They show me that rapper music, that shit junk
She play with my junk
I'm born with the funk
Been up for a half hour
My bitch tappin', she gon' tap out
Went to bed just like a dead flower
Can't link without me like my bed flower
Money comin' in, I'm him now
Diamonds comic book, go bling-blaow
Used to fuck a foreign, ching-chow

[Chorus]
How the hell I get high? Put the racks in the vault
Took her soul, I guess this shit, problem solved
Dom rollin' green just like it's rollin' golf
How the hell I'm supposed to get high, that's at all?
Hell, I'm supposed to go right out the park
Hell, I'm supposed to go ring like Jafar
'Cause I guess that I'm higher than Mars
'Cause I guess that I'm handsome, charge
'Cause I guess that I strive for more, huh
'Cause I guess that my bands will ball (Let's go)