Holding hands, strolling through the park Sweet memories, all torn apart I made a promise, I could not keep I played around, oh girl, what made you leave? Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean Riding in the coupe, bumping gas and I'm coasting Sipping on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion Your bitch came through with a whole lot of lotion Souped up in the real smooth material 2% flex like the milk in my cereal That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal I became your dad, that's a muff *** running to that guap, pockets got the guala Belly flip flops got me looking like a baller Sipping in the morning, looking like an alcoholic But I'm not, I just wake up, sip a cup and *** frolic Gravy in your bitch, bout to smash like a comet Pounds in my pockets and the pesos in my wallet iPhone 5, but your bitch trying to call it Said she want the splash, so I'm turning on the faucet Cuddled up with your girl, smoking her cabana Me and drama, with your mama, lit in the Bahamas Damn, she bad, she a bad mama-jama I'm in my pajamas, getting topped up in a Honda That's a civet, got these bitches livid Gravy so squeezy, when I pull up and I whip it All these bitches tipping, I ain't even stripping Reflections off my wrist, leave them blinded, leave me tripping Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean Riding in the coupe, bumping gas and I'm coasting Sipping on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion Your bitch came through with a whole lot of lotion Zooped up in a real small material 2% flex like the melt in my cereal That's the cheerio, I was feeling so ethereal I became your dad, that's a mother*** miracle Pull up to the new spot on that ladder up top We'll go to your pool spot, it's too packed, it's too hot We were rather cool at mine, shoot the breeze *** two times We would rather do a line and wait outside, I don't do lines Overhead like rooftops and blue skies and *** trims Down the earth like green, rents and payments in trash cans I've been talking trash, please don't wash my mouth with soap Cause I be talking cash and that's as dirty as it goes Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics At the first Olympics in Greece and Athens Y'all on that gravy train just thottin' acid Hope you on a paper chase and not chasing that bitch Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean Riding in the coupe, bumping gas and I'm coasting Sipping on the juice, on the sauce, on the motion Your bitch came through with a whole lot of lotion Souped up in a real smooth material 2% flex like the milk in my cereal That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal I became your dad, that's a mother*** miracle I became your dad, that's a mother*** miracle