[Lyric] $tay Young (Filthy Jazz)

Six4, crew

[Verse 1]
Ninety fucking five when that kid came down to kick it
Always been tight with bitches since I had the golden ticket
I get that shit from my pops, he got popped when I made two
All I do is grind, so they shine like I'm made to
Blunts from the corner gas station that I skate to
And I'm not even 18, this Asian lady's way cool
Young as fuck with the dreams you couldn't picture
Purple leaning soda mixture, stir that shit up in a pitcher
Uh, who the fuck can tell me not to live my life kites?
I let them roast, let him float till I'm not sight
My city trife, red laser from the Glock sights
I'm feeling like Speed Racer with the top sliced
Hoes, problems and hoes not in my radar
Niggas pose, my money grows
I'm getting paid off, not correct
Cause there's not many zeroes on this check
But some freak hoes know my set
Said they seen us on the net, posse
Pimp like pilates, make the pussy paper stretch
Know I'm coke on audio but even doper in the flesh bitch
[Hook]
I'll probably slob an ocean on my desk
So they calling me a screw up but fuck it I never grew up

$tay Young