[Verse 1]
This St. Louis. Straight from the Midwest home of the Cardinals and the Rams
I don’t like them teams but Ike do, he family though
I ball like Derrick Rose, go Bulls. You say you hot? Well you’re full of bull
Getting money is my day job so when I get cheddar I ain’t gon get full
Sipping and I’m fading, sitting like I ain’t been waited
And this new Ciroc I taste it but this b*tch beside me wasted
So she laid down and I dive in. CA v2 is playing all the way to the AM, yeah
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[Verse 2]
Tunechi in this b*tch ‘cause I want A Milli in my f*cking bank
Or at least let my wrist be iced up like a skating rink
b*tches see my girl and I bet you 30 grand they f*cking faint
I only pass on the kitty cat if it f*cking stank
New car, show that. New bong, let’s use that
Shorty bad and that ass fat. I break her off, Kit Kat
My momma cooking is fire. And little momma’s cookie is fire
I only tell truths like Liar Liar so getting high is what I desire
I take your b*tch on the fly. Bet your ass gon ask why
High as f*ck with no regrets and I’m gon be this way till I f*cking die
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