W.T.A.F, Pally Ray - I8 Lyrics

Drive the I8 with the top down
Tropical pool with a nice gal
Anything I want, I can have now
It's what I'm working for when the suns down
And I'll be right here when the suns up
Working on the grind I don't give a fuck
Spending all my time in the lime light
And I might bite
If you come with a fake gun

Yo I spend all my energy
Trying to get a little piece of honesty
Trying to get a couple million in the B
Trying to see if I can find some inner peace
So I pour a couple drinks in this
Gonna mix this shit
With a bit of this
And a bit of that
Gonna kick it back
Eat a fucking snack
Then I'll steal your bitch
And hit it from the back
And imma roll this blunt up
Top grade indica is what's up
I'll take it to the face and pass out
Wake up in the morning fresh out
Can't help a double take if it's loud
Imma toss my fucking shirt in the crowd
And I know I'll fucking making it bitch
Don't know if I could show you how
And I'll never throw in the towel
And I will never ever take a bow
You can speak but the bass is loud
Don't know if they can hear you out
But I've been barreling down the rails
1,000 miles straight through hell
To get to where
I'm free and I can finally

Drive the I8 with the top down
Tropical pool with a nice gal
Anything I want, I can have now
It's what I'm working for when the suns down
And I'll be right here when the suns up
Working on the grind I give no fucks
Spending all my time in the lime light
And I might bite
If you come with a fake gun

Break in the front door
Roll up a fanso
Loading the shotgun
To many them options
Crackin your shell I'm popping off
Fueling up at the QT takin off
Brain blast for me baby that's pay back
You looking at the past my eye line a may back
She sucking that dick like she Issa V
W.T.A.F we cruise in the i8
Two seated for three
She still gonna ride it
Chillin by the pool but I'm still high fashioned
Don't trust a bank or even a mattress
Eating the beat like a pushy with catnip
I'm the king of the jungle like Katniss
Bullseye
Hitting all the right spots
Gotta G shot
I'm tipping the scales like a seesaw
Line drive when I T off
So high you can't see us

And yeah pally ray and I are high in the sky like a fucking kite
We smoke this herb
Don't hit the curb while we drive through the night
And the i8s purring under my seat
Gonna step to me man Imma jump to my feet
I'm hearing what you're saying but it sounds so cheap
People say I'm the best and it might just be
And I might just bust right in the club
And buy the wall
And knock it back like I don't give a fuck
Because I don't
I put the work in so don't tell me I've got somewhere else to be
I fucking bleed for this
So gimme it
So I can finally

Drive the I8 with the top down
Tropical pool with a nice gal
Anything I want, I can have now
It's what I'm working for when the suns down
And I'll be right here when the suns up
Working on the grind I give no fucks
Spending all my time in the lime light
And I might bite
If you come with a fake gun