Lyrics Time - Brian

I'm done with these bitches wasting my time
Yeah

Anytime I pop out with them chopsticks we gon hit a lick
Break yo bitch down just like a dance move, when i'm in the booth im a drug you can't handle
Pull up on him make him disappear like he randle
Step, step, watch it where you step, lot of motherfuckers tryna be there where you at
Pull up on him, roll him up, light him up gas, chillin in the club while these bitches throwing ass

Tick tock yo times up lil boy, chillin with this bitch smoking marijuana
Lowkey look like Madonna, her young days not her new days
Told that bitch to pull up and give me that good brain, so high I been chillin in a plane
Chillin wit my brodies while I roll up mary jane, love all my hoes like I love all my strains
Fucking wit me put a hole in yo brain
Aye (aye)
Drugs in my mind (in my mind)
This weed is frying up my mind (my mind)
Why can't I find my true love

Anytime I pop out with them chopsticks we gon hit a lick
Break yo bitch down just like a dance move, when i'm in the booth im a drug you can't handle
Pull up on him make him disappear like he randle
Step, step, watch it where you step, lot of motherfuckers tryna be there where you at
Pull up on him, roll him up, light him up gas, chillin in the club while these bitches throwing ass

Riding through downtown, I can't hear a sound geeking off them 30's and that double cup
Leanin in the stu wit a bottle of Hennessy, after i'm done fucking her she wanna see the real me hell nah
I'm too swagged out why y'all talking a lot now, didn't say shit before the album
Now you talkin bout yo problems and how you wanna be with me hell nah

I got red in my cup, I get head in my coupe, I get bitches on my line to say what it do
I'm still lonely though, take a perc 30 slowly hoe
And I mix it with the Henny though, that's the way to live
I been getting fucked up, I been feeling suffocated I got smoke up in my lungs
I been smoking marijuana, I been smoking purple runtz (I can't feel my face)
I been sipping on that Hennessy, at nights I be thinking of what you told to me (told to me)
Told me I wasn't gon be shit, you said I would be nothing
Making all this money I got these bitches blushing oh
1, 2, 3, 4 That's bitches knocking at my door, wearing clothes that you can't afford
She gon turn into a lil freak when it's lights out
Hit it from the back, she shake it fast
Damn shawty that's a whole lotta ass, she gotta cute face what else could I ask for
Racing through my mind like a Nascar

Anytime I pop out with them chopsticks we gon hit a lick
Break yo bitch down just like a dance move, when i'm in the booth im a drug you can't handle
Pull up on him make him disappear like he randle
Step, step, watch it where you step, lot of motherfuckers tryna be there where you at
Pull up on him, roll him up, light him up gas, chillin in the club while these bitches throwing ass
Tick tock yo times up lil boy, chillin with this bitch smoking marijuana
Lowkey look like Madonna, her young days not her new days
Told that bitch to pull up and give me that good brain, so high I been chillin in a plane
Chillin wit my brodies while I roll up mary jane, love all my hoes like I love all my strains
Fucking wit me put a hole in yo brain