I aint at the club
I aint at the bar
Bitch Im in the streets
Sliding wit the doors ajar
I aint at the club
I aint at the bar
Bitch Im in the streets
Sliding wit the doors ajar
Roof back and Im flying
Blunt lit now Im higher
Hanging out the fuckin window
Screaming something like a siren
Artifacts look Mayan
Fresh shrimp, Im frying
Bitch Im always buying
Always slowly dying
Berries in the backyard
Apples in the front
Got some oranges in the side yard
Pick just what she want
Bitch Im spittin out the seeds
Feel the grass on my feet
 laying in the clouds, lookin up at the sea
Bitch Im popping like a trunk, in the middle of the summer
In a parking lot bumpin
See the trunk get to thumpin
All these bitches know its me
They see me with the team
They know its fuckin SESH
I aint at the club
I aint at the bar
Bitch Im in the streets
Sliding wit the doors ajar
I aint at the club
I aint at the bar
Bitch Im in the streets
Sliding wit the doors ajar
Wait, wait, wait, ride
Wait, wait, wait, slide
Wait, wait, wait, ride
Wait, wait, wait, slide