AA Lyrics

I stack it up in eight ways, octopus

And I got what you need like i'm the plug

Yeah

Yeah

I ain't sorry bout it

And i'm sorry to tell you that

I want water on my wrist

Not skin off my back

New bitch pull up to the crib

Ask her: "Where the throat at?"

It's hard to think about shit when she throw it back

(Yeah)

I'm running that path not well treaded

Ain't running a bath but i'll wet it

You stuck in the past, boy forget it

You wanted them bars, here they're shredded

Going to mars, ain't no tesla

Watch me make diamonds from this pressure

I stack it up in 8 ways, octopus

And I got what you need like I'm the plug

Just let me know when you're getting a buzz

I ain't sorry about it

I'm tryna make my money long like a bus

And pay some wages (yeah) just like a boss

I'll let you know when I've had enough

I ain't sorry about it

I need a stunna blunt

I need a private jet

I need to make sure when they speaking my name they sprinkle a little respek

I need to relax for the summer

I need like 30 days of neck

I need a garden filled with like 20 heaux and each one of them wet

I need a foreign car just to swerve in

Only just got off my learners

I need top shelf for the bourbon

And gold on my neck

Might fuck around and end these lames I swear

Watch em run away scared (yah)

I'm feeling thuggish I just got me a check (yah)

I stack it up in 8 ways, octopus

And I got what you need like I'm the plug

Just let me know when you're getting a buzz

I ain't sorry about it

I'm tryna make my money long like a bus

And pay some wages (yeah) just like a boss

I'll let you know when I've had enough

I ain't sorry about it