"GPS" lyrics

(Ayy)
Uh-huh (Ayy, ayy)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Woah, woah, woah)

Okay, slow down off that Percocet
Trap house in the forest, you can't find it on that GPS (Woah)
Hold on, Balenciaga, never be this rich (Ayy, ayy)
Thumbin' up, I'm runnin' up these bands like the Pacer test (Go, go, go)
Codeine got me sleep, but I ain't sleep at all
These niggas out here sleepin' on me, go sleep it off
Woah, dope fiend need codeine Perky, not Tylenol (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got pizza rolls, big gouda gang, get the cheddar off (Woah, oh, oh)
Woah, she want me to take her shoppin', told her I'll let her know (Let her know)
Boy, we kick the brick like soccer, make that trap go (Make that trap go)
I promise though, I'll probably wipe the plug nose (Go)
Two problems, got two hoes callin' my trap phone (Okay, let's go)
Oh, this my property, bitch, you go where you can't go
Woah, they try and find me, they ain't never find me though (Woah, woah)
Okay, slow down off that Percocet (Slow down)
Trap house in the forest, you can't find us on that GPS (Slow down, woah, woah)
Tried to kick the cup, I'm havin' night sweats (Trap house)
Smokin' out the pound, I flip a key, that's just a side quest (Trap house)
Rollie crown might be small as a P, but that bitch timeless (Trap house)
I'm with a European, Hennessy in France, we pull the finest (Go, yeah)

Woah (Woah)
Go, go