i ain t at the club i ain t at the bar bitch i m in the streets sliding wit the doors ajar i ain t at the club i ain t at the bar bitch i m in the streets sliding wit the doors ajar roof back and i m flying blunt lit now i m higher hanging out the fuckin window screaming something like a siren artifacts look mayan fresh shrimp i m frying bitch i m always buying always slowly dying berries in the backyard apples in the front got some oranges in the side yard pick just what she want bitch i m spittin out the seeds feel the grass on my feet laying in the clouds lookin up at the sea bitch i m popping like a trunk in the middle of the summer in a parking lot bumpin see the trunk get to thumpin all these bitches know it s me they see me with the team they know it s fuckin sesh i ain t at the club i ain t at the bar bitch i m in the streets sliding wit the doors ajar i ain t at the club i ain t at the bar bitch i m in the streets sliding wit the doors ajar  wait wait wait ride wait wait wait slide wait wait wait ride wait wait wait slide 