The Indo Disco ft. Master C Lyrics

That's what I'm thinking about right now, yeah

Sheesh

Take another beer, aye, say cheers

No need to fear, we just tryna spend time wise

Clock only ticking

Everybody talking

Man, quit on pocket watching

Come and see, how it really is

When you tripping off the weed

When we rolling and pulling, hella hoes

Through the city, sheesh, tease

All the baby girls wanna make us all pull a hamstring, ah

Oh come on, jeez

You know that you a fine dime piece

And I would really love it if you let me in, honey

Let me put that G-string

Make you hit notes that you didn't know you could sing

When you let me do my thing

Make you wanna put the ass back on my track

Wanna get fit, hella fast, doing laps back to back

On my lap

So you always strike back

Yeah, we always strike back like some cobras

They don't really know us

It's a cold world and my shoulders all frozen

I hit her with some bold shit, she let me do some bullshit

Then she went and lied to me, that was on some bullshit

Need someone to ride for me anyway I go, shit

Need her to be wise when she speaks her emotions

And if her hair blonde like yours, that's a bonus, yeah

I hope you didn't notice that I was out of focus

You're walking with a motive, your lips make a potion

I'm digging the aroma, uh

Being so good at my job is really stressing me out

I need a outlet for it, could you help me out

Ain't leaving town yet, baby, you could catch me round

I'll leave my digits with you, baby, just don't let me down

In the back smoking indo

And you know I'm going to blow it out the window

Indo, I'm a blow it out the window

Indo, I'm a blow it out the window

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Indo, I'm a blow it out the window

Indo, I'm a blow it out the window

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Sativa, I could, uh

New money, old girls, same clothes

I get it where I get it and I never say no

I kill it in the booth and I move to the ho's

I kill it in the booth and I move to the ho's

I kill it in the booth and I move to the ho's

I keep it OG so they wanna lose they clothes

Goin' down south, bouta land my plane inside they mouth,

Get her higher than my fuckin' penthouse

In the penthouse suite and we wrecked it

In the backseat, she get aggressive

Yeah it's tens on me, no question

Put your hands on me, let's get messy

Big brain, she had a college degree

Felt like she could blend in, in any degree

180, you could tell that she naughty

But she a, silent smarty

Cause she give brains in private

Yeah, we in private, took her to the island

Smoke a little Mary and my Jane started vibin

How she smilin', gettin' me excited

How she ride it, got my eyes widened

Yeah, lightning, I'm the key to your kite thing

Got you typin', I ain't read what you writin

Frightenin' when I'm on Sativa

Catchin' my trip straight to Geneva

Yeah, Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Indo, I'ma blow it out the window

Sativa, I could take you to Geneva

Sativa, I could, uh, yeah

New money, old girls, same clothes

I get it where I get it and I never say no

I kill it in the booth then I move to the ho's

I kill it in the booth then I move to the ho's, yeah

New money, old girls, same clothes I get it where I get it and I never say no

I kill it in the booth then I move to the ho's

I kill it in the booth then I move to the ho's