99 ft. Yung Dul & LUH BULLET Lyrics

What (what, what)

What the hell is

Woah

Ayy, what, what, ayy, ayy

I be always confident, I be always fly

People keep on wonderin, they ask me fuckin why

Smoke has got me trippin' out, I feel really high

Checkin' out the temperature, it's set to 99

Thinkin' bout the trauma, yuh I feel like imma die

Every time I think of you, it makes me wanna cry

Every time I think of us, I never could say bye

Changed my way of thinkin, all I ever did was try

Changed my way of thinkin, yeah, it's clear to you I died

Clear to you I fuckin' came up with a grind

Clear to you I couldn't take this shit so I just cried

Yeah, yeah, yeah umm

This shit is like the 90s and I feel just like Mike, ayy

Knock him out, you know it be a hell of a night, ayy

Had my guards up, always ready for a fight, ayy

The path I'm walkin' on, future lookin' bright, ayy

When the summer comes around, imma take a flight, ayy

Flight attendant ask me what I want, I said Sprite, ayy

When I touch down, you know I walk like a knight, ayy

Shotty lookin' like a snack, imma take a bite, bite, bite, ayy

Imma take a bite, ayy

Baby when you with me, everything gonna be right, ayy

When I take you on a date, we gon' have a night, ayy

I have good manners, so imma be polite, ayy

When you with me, girl, imma fuckin' treat you right, ayy

Never let you out of my line of fuckin' sight, ayy

When we go on a journey, pack your stuff, let's take a ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, yeah

I be always confident, I be always fly

People keep on wonderin, they ask me fuckin' why

Smok has got me trippin' out, I feel really high

Checkin' out the temperature, it's set to 99

Thinkin' bout the trauma, yeah, I feel like I'mma die

Every time I think of you, it makes me wanna cry

Every time I think of us, I never could say bye

Changed my way of thinkin, all I did was try

All I did was try, I put my all into the game I cannot lie

I feel like Lebron James, I might just cry

Cleveland this is for you, I just cannot lie

I didn't even mean to bore you when I'm with my guys

But you a fuckin' whore, so I kick her to the curb

My phone on don't disturb, cause I be smokin' herbs

Like, what the fuck you heard, it's that subject five

Bitch, no, I got a ride, it's a double homicide

It's with me and my guys, and we got the fuckin hmm, hmm, hmm, supplies

And we stayin, prayin' on your fuckin' demise

Got our eyes on the prize

It's a party that we throwin, ha bitch, surprise

We undercover, yeah, we be in disguise

If we can't hang out, then imma improvise

I might have to hit you up, but I'm bad at goodbyes

I'm bad at goodbyes