24-8

I'm fucking good at this shit, dawg
For real, for real

See, sometimes, I wanna go slow
Hit my partner up, like, dawg it's something wrong
Pulled up on me, like, cool it out, bro
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro

Twenty inches when I'm passing, run the globe in my khakis
For the cash, nigga go Cassius, I'm the clay, tryna break the mold
Just took baby to Alaska, snowflakes in her lashes
I been praying for that pussy, holy box, Alabaster
Okay, I parked on Parker Road, I took the route that's hella scenic
Bare my heart on all these songs and leave my soul on all these speakers
You my type, you mavis beacon, you keep the Libra even
'Cause the parts of me that I can't see that you can read be needed

Sometimes, I wanna go slow
Hit my partner up, like, dawg it's something wrong
Pulled up on me, like, cool it out, bro
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
Twenty-four seven, I'm getting my dough
Twenty-four eight, 'bout feeling like Kob'

Uh-uh, shit
I use my blunt light to guide me through the dark nights
Batman coupe, riding to the stu', my partner pour the dark Sprite
'Methazine, he told me that he wanna see me on magazine
Fuck these niggas thought da goat in here wit me not hearing me
Diamond sing like Warren G, but don't get it twisted
We tear it up, bitch, check your energy
Make me pull your card ain't in your stars your whore was scoping me
I do not be invested in all the extras unless it's extra cheese
Nigga just be investing in all my niggas, I treat it like the league
I do not just be texting these goofy hoes, no Disney Channel, please
Bitches'll crop their message and make it seem like they wasn't after me
Tryna fuck up my essence 'cause she know lil' boo in magazines, fuck

Sometimes, I wanna go slow
Hit my partner up, like, dawg it's something wrong
Pulled up on me, like, cool it out, bro
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
Twenty-four seven, I'm getting my dough
Twenty-four eight, 'bout feeling like Kob'