(Verse)
Flyy Guy I drink out of chalice n***a my bitch name is Goddess/
She give me that TBH the best head to be honest/
I’m after getting blue faces fast (yeah) my name is Sonic/
I be killing you n***as let me stop being modest/
Yeah they loving the vibe hittin the weed man I’m high/
Bout to get dressed to go get the bag try to stop that you die/
Who The fuck want smoke? I got some n***as who ride/
I call my hammer the stye when she pop up it’s right in yo eye/
Oohh i got the juice I got the charm/
Drippin the sauce dance on my wrist it's a brick on my arm/
Aura like Mike in the Bentley pic/
Aura like Mike going 6 for 6/
These n***as more like 3 for 9 but hearing GOAT talk every time/
I’ll be Jordan ya’ll keep LeBron/
You see truth even if you blind/
Stevie wonder if it’s broke talk want me to see you talk cash first/
Birkin Chanel Celine they call my chick Ms bag work/
Bad bitch on early flight heading out to South Beach/
Its Free JT when i land love city girls with a mouth piece/
Talking shit when I hit then want it right on her lips/
Send her home after this nasty girl she give you a kiss ewww/