All I need is you out of my face
I'm faded as fuck all you want is more than just a taste
Doing this shit in spectacular fashion
Must be a hun cuz I'm fucking massive
Badabing badaboom I'm skatting
On the float we shite talking
I'm stuck in this chair, bitch I can't get up
I feel like I'm Stephen Hawking
I'm in my head and I'm rapping
Respond with "no way that's crazy"
I don't really know what's happened
Deleted out of my head like Snapchat but you're the one that's snapping, yeah
He my nephew no he ain't my cousin
We on the same buzz we always buzzing
Fucking shit up, bitch I'm a hun
Ish on the float he keeps her lit
And we flipping this shit at the flick of the wrist
When I'm with your bitch it's bedtime I'm Mattress Mick
All I need is you out of my face
I'm faded as fuck all you want is more than just a taste
All I need is you out of my face
I'm faded as fuck all you want is more than just a taste
I ain't a gangster, that's too cheesy
Maybe I should just say that it's a cliché
Just these days, seems like everybody push weight
I'mma stay in my lane, just be me
Have fun, fuck up the lab like Dee Dee
All I need is bass, that's deep deep
Concussions from vibes need CT
Beating, be-be-be-beating on my ear drums 'til they're bleeding
Blocking out, bl-bl-bl-blocking out the shit that's got me feeling
So low, solo, so alone like Marco (Polo)
Like a handsome Quasimodo
That bass put me back in my zone