yah yah yah rollin in a car movin kinda fast pourn up a glass im in a foreign it is hard , skir skir we riding and it heavy i might spill my bevy with my b*tch name wendy shes wearing some fendi be mobbin like fetty we wapping gobbling weed wobbling like the booty on betty if you drop some lean on my clothes n*gga it could get petty now im moving so stressy gotta smoke cigarelly im prezy and she wont press me cos a purple on fresh tee i took the foreign and crashed it told wendy a secret exit she didnt she coulda left me yah yah yah skir skir skir bye bye night night sleepy time (i didnt write this)