WRECKING SHIT

Yeah, uh, ghost or what, red or black, shoot you up, in the trap, uh, yous in last, uh

I walk up in the club dressed up as absolute, fuck, what

Motherfuckers cannot rock out, popping acid, drinking, smoking, that's the fucking life I'm living

Clock the fucking clock back, shawty, you give that fucking top that's unforgettable

Feeling like Mr. Incredible, I'm fucking wrecking shit, and checking you out

Baby eyes on me, I swear to God that I ain't finished sipping on that red lean

In a fucking red beam, it's not as late as it seems, but I promise, baby, by tomorrow

That I am still gonna be clean, hey, I got these couple little things that I've been thinking about

So baby, what you think, I pull up to the show, and then I bust down for the crowd and

They be talking about me, they be thinking about me, I'm mind controlling, motherfuckers