You know
I don´t like to do too much talkin´
Zetra
I´m just smokin´ on weed
You know, coolin´

It ain´t really nothin´ new

This shit good over here, if you ask me (Yeah)
Might be smokin´ on gas in the backseat
We was down and they didn´t wanna tap in (Yeah)
Fuck them niggas, that money my best friend (Yeah)
Flyin´ in space like a Jetson (Yeah)
Black is my fit when I´m dressin´
Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah
Been in the cut with my dead friends

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, cut with my dead)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, been in the cut with my dead friends)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, cut with the dead friends)
Yeah, yeah

I don´t feel like I gave ´em enough (Go)
The life that I seek (Easy)
Been thinkin´ about it too much (Damn)
Like nigga, you ready or what? (Grrt, yeah)
Told my gang that we ´bout to cut up
Take it slow, we not tryna fuck up
Takin´ charge of the whip ´fore they rush (Rush)
Take a whiff of that motherfuckin´ dust
Niggas be hatin´ for what? (What?)
You don´t like me, well nigga, what´s up? (What´s up?)
I been tryna keep that shit coolin´ (Okay)
But they tryna play me like I´m stupid (No, no)
Like I´m Mike, man, I live in a thriller
This is a life where that shit can get realer (Ooh)
I can´t waste no time ´bout that skriller

Ooh, woo-woo
Uh (Slatt), hey

This shit good over here, if you ask me (Yeah)
Might be smokin´ on gas in the backseat (Yeah)
We was down and they didn´t wanna tap in (Yeah)
Fuck them niggas, that money my best friend (Yeah)
Flyin´ in space like a Jetson (Yeah)
Black is my fit when I´m dressin´ (Racks, racks)
Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, cut with my dead)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, been in the cut with my dead friends)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, cut with the dead friends)
Yeah, yeah

Hello?
Yeah, yeah, call my phone back
Yeah, I´m runnin´ this play and then I´m goin´ back to the studio and shit
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, nah, that´s cool, nah, for sure