One on my tongue Wait, wait, I don't want to Don't feel a thing, oh well, think I need two Two for the road I'll just say it's for you Dropping Dropping Now you dropping you can't feel that shit Sometimes feel like Steven Spielberg, horror seems to fill my fix Hoe I'm trynna feel dem tits, my bad that's just it kicking in Falling on the floor and I can't help it, no I can't resist Baby baby girl I love you, love you Let's just go and have some kids Get the fuck a, fuck away from me, I don't know who you is Where the fuck, the fuck my phone at I think that my mama called What you, what you mean I haven't moved or even made a sound Hands inside the ride It's too late to call it quits Feel like we goin' slow We only on hour six Damn what I get into I feel like a fuckin' fool Jump inside that fuckin' uh Yeah, it's a doctor Test like you a proctor Oh she wanna pop but, she won't do it proper Pop up somewhere later Private population I been peaking two damn times Don't know last time I've 8-10 Yeah 4-10 we've got a problem Yes, Houston got a problem Keep on poppin' these popper wheelies and boy you bound to pop 'em, yeah No stopping, they watching, fuck it we still ain't stopping Crash the whip the first time we lit up, we had to duck and dodge 'em damn A nigga throwing up Can't even hold it up I know they know it's us I don't know who to trust They tell me cough it up I couldn't cough it up 'Cause I was coughing up Open the coffin up