With U E

Oh, what's up, doe? Yeah, you already know. Yeah, I'm fucking with you. Make a nigga feel some type of way. Huh. Okay. Something euphoric like I touched the other side. That's how I feel when you let me come Inside. Put the ism to the side, Let's take a ride. Down to PCH, baby, let's slide. I don't smoke weed, but drink a little lean. She laughed and giggled, Sprite spilling on her Jeans. "Where we going?" She asked, I said, "Nowhere. I put the pedal to the gas, we can Go there." We did it, sweater match her blonde hair. Shout out to homie Yams, this is very rare. Sunset with a purple haze. Feeling way cooler than Fonz on these happy days. Dime riders in the deck, listen to Braves. She understand gang banging ain't a phase. It's a lifestyle, or should I say a death Style. Mean mugs and no smiles, We all getting down foul. With and I ain't tripping off of nothing. I'm with you, Riding 'round getting into something. I'm with you, Don't care 'bout all them other bitches. I'm with you, The shit's boo, Yeah, yeah. Something like that, I don't Yeah, something like that. You know what I'm saying? I just like being with you, baby. For real, though. I'm with you, I'm not with no one else. I'm a real one, it's good to get to Know yourself. Eating broccolini, You know wealth is health. Indie thugger never sitting on the shelf. Is it hitting, baby? Go and look it up on Yelp. Green curry with the prawns in it. Double-oh-seven on a mission, I'm like Bond with it. The first one, I'm like, "Shawty, you know the Guy vintage." When you grew up in the West, There be no simpin'. Real pimpin' like it's old school. Chevrolet candy paint on an old deuce. Chevrolet gold eight is on the six-deuce. With you, and I ain't tripping off of nothing. I'm with you, riding 'round Getting into something. I'm with you, Don't care 'bout all them other bitches. I'm with you, The shit's boo, Yeah, yeah.