[Verse 1]
Flow be lop sided
Like my [?]
Free running like a pen
Nike Airs
Pulling her hair, got that excited
Young boy, old soul
Old lungs when it comes to Friday
Evil eyes looking like shadey
So fine, it's a body party
In a hurry
Spilling Henney in the coke bottles
Arty body in the coke models
Pass me the dutchie, full throttle
Grippin' the mushy, chew, swallow
Shorty follow though the pack is hollow
I'm in the cracks and the fucking shadows
Shit in charge in all the shallow cattle
I'm only up in this mental battle
Hey, life is but a game of Nintendo
And I'm the number one contender
No matter what the weather
Wether you know better
'Cause I don't care
No, I don't care
Yes, I don't care
[Hook]
Pass me the dutchie, 'cause I don't care
Grippin' the mushy, no, I don't care
Pass me the dutchie, guess I don't care
Grippin' the mushy
Pass me the dutchie, 'cause I don't care
Grippin' the mushy, no, I don't care
Pass me the dutchie, guess I don't care
Grippin' the mushy
Pass me the dutchie, 'cause I don't care
Grippin' the mushy, no, I don't care
Pass me the dutchie, guess I don't care
Grippin' the mushy
[Verse 2]
Pulled up uninvited
On the sunny side it's
Like the mexi guy
Runny, runny, runny, sinus
The only toucher one
Is the mightest finest
From the finest diamonds
Changing climate like the climate
Ooo, pretty piecey of me
Nah, pretty shorties finna jump the homies
You sipping stubbies, looking pretty lonely
Why? I don't know I guess she boring on me
[Hook]
Pass me the dutchie, 'cause I don't care
Grippin' the mushy, no, I don't care
Pass me the dutchie, guess I don't care
Grippin' the mushy
Pass me the dutchie, 'cause I don't care
Grippin' the mushy, no, I don't care
Pass me the dutchie, guess I don't care
Grippin' the mushy
Lost was written by Miles Davidson.
Lost was produced by Miles Davidson.