"Numb" lyrics

Fuck the police and the DEA
Imma get high and trap anyway
I'm riding with a chopper and bout twenty bands
My nigga Kilo leaning off that Actavis
I'm riding round, smoking in the S-class
And I'll drop a bad bitch real fast
Cause I don't need a hoe, I ball anyway
I still got a line on that good yay
I was selling D in the 9th grade
You was taking finals, I was out of state
Oh, spent a grip on a Rolex
Damn, and that's before I had a home made

Nigga fuck yo problems, I don't give a shit
Put a eighth in the wood, got stupid lit
Riding round, busting juugs with a stupid bitch
And I just re'd up, so what you tryna spend
I can't feel my face no more
Put a eighth in the wood, got stupid lit
I can't feel my face no more
Put a eighth in the wood, got stupid lit
I can't feel my face no more

I just knocked a bad Mexicano
I'm balling, looking like I hit the lotto
The shoes on the whip, Forgiato
I'm sipping on that lean out the styro
I got niggas every city I go
I got a thousand bitches in my iPhone
I just hit a lick, I just hit a lick
My 40 got a beam with a 30 dick
I'm on a road trip to San Diego
I ain't come to party, came to get dough
You know I got it any coast to Mesa
You better ask around, I'm not a faker

Nigga fuck yo problems, I don't give a shit
Put a eighth in the wood, got stupid lit
Riding round, busting juugs with a stupid bitch
And I just re'd up, so what you tryna spend
I can't feel my face no more
Put a eighth in the wood, got stupid lit
I can't feel my face no more
Put a eighth in the wood, got stupid lit
I can't feel my face no more