Lyrics Forest Hills, NY - Alex PGSV

Smoking blunts in the nighttime (Yeah)
Roll some runts up at the right time (Yeah)
Pour some out in the white wine (Yeah)
Looks like it should be a divine night (Yeah)
Batman signal on my flashlight (Yeah)
We pull up and dim the headlights (Yeah)
Pour one slowly out for Pop Smoke (Yeah)
Christian Dior, head out on that popped smoke (Yeah)
Three-thirty and nobody′s coming through
Three-thirty and I'm left feeling so blue
Like this world
Beautiful, beautiful girl
Pick up the phone
I′m in the zone, you're drunk and alone
Smoking an O, but we can smoke mo
Just pick up the phone
She in a lambo, I'm in a ′rari
We going one-eighty up at the party, I never say sorry
Never say sorry
I never need to (Nah)
Four cups and I ride (Yeah)
Four cups and I slide
You′re doing it right girl, you're doing it right
I know I could treat you better, I ain′t being nice, nah nah nah
Cups with the ice, cups with the ice
I know it sounds mainstream
Three-thirty and nobody's coming through
Three-thirty and I′m left feeling so blue
Like this world
Beautiful, beautiful girl
Dumb bitch throwin' up last night (Yeah!)
And she never even stopped her complaining (Alright!)
She didn′t even try what I told her (Nah)
Now I'm waking up early morning for the Foldgers
Three-three-three on my noggin (Uh huh)
Then I'm pullin′ up on your girl and we shoppin′ (Alright!)
Blow a lot of money on some sneakers (Alright!)
Yeah I got some bass in this bitch
In my mama house I might blow out the speakers (Yeah!)
Thirty damn thousand on my sweatshirt!
Your head hurts, my bread hurts
Better send love letters
Don't stress, yeah that would make a killin′ on it
That would make a mess
But you know how to dress and you dress up for the weather
This shit gets in my head, and my head hurt
I'll let you know when I′m better
Yeah yeah yeah
Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah