Disguise

In the night, bitch I feel like a Vamp

In my pockets, the blue Navy stamp

When I beat from the back and lil shorty a champ

She know I'm no good, but she know who I am

Back in my pockets fill 'em up with bands

They be like "$in$ity give they ass a chance"

I'm cooking it up, nigga I feel like I'm Lance

Walking him down if he thinking he fly

Triple or nothing I'm gambling high

So high, I might just put you in the sky

If I roll another one I'm smoking that Za

If I call up my brodie somebody 'gon die