Testo Loco

(Yeah, huh, huh-huh)
Yeah, huh, huh
Feel me?
Huh, huh, huh, huh (What the fuck, Solid?)

I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand-new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck Every time we high, roll more, shawty way too hot, loco

I don't know if it's me or that ganja
Or the real bad feeling about y'all
Gettin' closer to bringin' me under
They don't know how it feel to be us now
Shut the fuck up, I just blew twenty-thousand in one spot
Me and Wock' gettin' fucked up, we got two whole pounds for two nights
This my third blunt, I'm gettin' higher than real life, huh
You might've heard somethin', but you don't even know what it feel like, yeah
I'm puffin' on herbs, son, make the bitch smell like marijuana
Go 'head and pick two bags, shawty, I'll get 'em back next day, probably

I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo Brand-new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more, shawty way too hot, loco

Oh, okay, I just want her for her body, huh
Me and [Beentex?] way too fried, we just be sittin' in silence, huh
Baby, wait 'til you get this high, wait 'til you get this high, oh
If you feelin' like shit right now, just wait 'til they switch up sides on you
Shit bound to happen, type shit bound to happen, huh
Five-million-dollar crib, look like Downton Abbey
No addicts in my clique, we just got some habits
High, high as shit, feel like I just got to Heaven

I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk, every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more, shawty way too hot, loco

Brand-new Bugatti
Every time he try it
Every time we high, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more