Lyrics Blunt Wrap Latte - Russell

Kyle, you made that?
Wake and bake, champagne Minute Maid
Shorty tanning on the terrace, marinate
Shit is straight, we just upped the stakes
I ain't safe, but there's money in the safe
Wave, one too many drinks
You could come tonight, but you could never stay
Hands all on your waist, but your boyfriend hella waste
But fuck cuffing, I'm just tryna do the race
Chains swingin', dames listen when I talk game
40 drinkin', smoking loud in the hallway
When I'm in the blues, I smoke a long J
She wanna smoke, I'll take her out to the ball game
Got her with me, she ain't coming right back
That's your wifey, I just fucked her, my bad
Now you know that she don't love you like that
Stay out my way, and you'll be on the right track
Fuckboy talking, he ain't got no money
Blunts getting sparked somewhere hot and sunny
My current girl look like she from out the country
My ex girl looking like a Playboy bunny
Sunset, top down, in the red ride
Spend the day drunk, then I go to bed high
I don't play a game, shorty, that's the next guy
Say you hate me, I'm like, "motherfucker, get in line"
If you know me, then you know I always be wild
Ty got them baddies on speed dial
Yeah, you know you're fuckin' up these beats, Kyle
Stayin' clean, I'm like, "what the fuck you mean?"
Don't pass it to me if that weed laced
Elevator, you should hit that pH
She been all up in my crib for 3 days
You thinking that she loyal? She ain't