Put on ya light
Put a light inna di air if you know clean an yuh team clean
Submissive
It's a wrap, throw bags, now I chill in the back
Come from rags, made a stack in my sleep, look at that
Bitch, I'm still very real, need a meal
Can I chill? Can I, chill? Can I chill? Uh
Do you mean it? What's the truth? I don't care what you do
'Cause I'm him, that's on me, I won't boast, but it's true
Can we chill? Where you at? Let me tell you how I feel
Which is hell, what's the time? Watch it sit with a shine
If you real, you would say it, but you don't 'cause you playin'
I don't fuck with that nigga, he was shady to my friend
Hear me say you want it bad, but that don't mean a damn thing
Bitches want a bag and these niggas want a damn chain
Fuck it, I'ma ride, and you can't say nada
Let 'em go, rah-rah, you a joke, ha-ha
'Cause I'm up and you sick, I'm the shit and you pissed
I don't drink cognac, but I'm drunk off that shit
Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, yeah, I'm drunk off that shit
Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, high as fuck off that shit
Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, yeah, I'm drunk off that shit
High as fuck off that shit
Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, off that
