Lyrics
I'm in this situation, I'ma hit that boy with the spaces
And I don't feel no wrong with you, dependent on your playlist
I'm only hitting her if she bad, it gotta be a A-List
I turned this stuff, better to relapse, I'm warming up your faces
Two-step to that party (Party)
Backstage, Jeff Hardy, put in that chokehold, Worldstar
Sound like a new car when I bought it
I always dreamed 'bout this lifestyle and happiness
Now that I got mine, I sit back and reminisce
Please don't test me, I pop pills like M&M's
Better stack my M&M's, smoke good with my kin and them
No joke, rock Eminem, and I like my dinner rare
And I just arrived and dined in LA, R.I.P. to Nip
So pour a four, R.I.P. to Pimp
I know y'all want my chips, but I still got all my dip
Remember that .38…