Dazed ft. Jamir! Lyrics

Uh, uh, please pipe down, pipe down, pipe down

In the club, turning up, riding around in the Tonka truck

Feel like I'm holiday, want the bucks

Said you a dog, but you just a pup

Loving your life but it really sucks

Yeah, told that lil bitch that she ain't nothing

Sipping that syrup, just for fun

Za got me in a outrage

Yeah, lil bitch gave me dumb brain

Smoking Zaza propane

Yeah, I'm so high, think I'm finna faint

Sipping flacko, going hard in the paint

Lil bitch talking bout I switched up like what

I'm like, bitch, where were you when I ain't had nothing

I ain't had no money, straight motherfucking thugging

Feel like that boy from Toronto

Yeah lil bitch, I came from none

Getting blues, asap like flacko

So high my words sluggish

Ballin' like a motherfuckin' nugget

You niggas can't tell me nothin

You niggas can't say I make the same songs

'Cause I'm always switching it up

84 bands in my pockets, ballin' Randy Moss

Yeah, she ate me up like a salad then that bitch got tossed

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Pockets so fat, on some Ross shit

You not a queen, you a pawn, bitch

Call me flash, cause I'm gone quick

My diamonds work like some voss, bitch

I got wraps, go to Miami

Something just like Chris Bosh, bitch

Talkin' my shit in the sun, hot topic

Bad shawty lookin' tropic

Goin' crazy in a mosh pit

Got the vision, you can't stop it

Why do them niggas hate anyway

Real life Madden been makin' plays

I've been slavin', workin' all damn year

Whippin' shit, Kunta Kinte, ya dig

Uh, yeah, let's go

Uh, pull out the lot, got a bad bitch

She gon' give me top, okay

Yeah, she ate me like squash

She got Megan knees, she love to squat, okay

Yeah, she want her nails done

So I took the bitch to Posh

Whippin' it up in a pot

I'm the one, no Chris Bosh

I know that I rap a lot

But I don't like to talk a lot

Stay to myself isolated spot

You say you that nigga, but you know you not

Feel like A$AP Rocky

'Cause fuckin' these hoes my only problem

Smoking this pot, giving me lung trauma

Blowin' up, sort of like Osama

Yeah, black presidential whip

Callin' it Obama

Yeah, stop hittin' up my line

I don't want no drama

And she screamin' all up in my ear

Call her DJ Drama

She said her nigga give her trauma

Percocet for trauma

I want ice on my neck

So I stay cold in the summer

Yeah, puttin' them boys on my back

Like the nigga with the peasy head

While I'm sippin' Arizona

Fuck it, mix it with the red

On God