"Floaters" lyrics

Pain at my back door, Success won't make me front
Bottle for my problems, tell my bitch to roll a joint
When they ask me who I love, the only time I'm gone point
Twenty four seven
The only time I'm on point
Distance won't make us closer but imma star
Please gimme space when we Floatin in this car
Ha transmission automatic
Put that bitch in manual, can't get caught in traffic

Put that bitch in manual, can't get caught in traffic
Put that bitch in manual, can't get caught in traffic

Please cut the lights on
Don't touch the song this the right song
It might get chilly, got my ice on
Don't ever let yo feelings turn you python
They said the
Love ain't love if it ain't coming from the soul
So I'm goin thru ha mouth, I told that bitch to hold ha nose
Get my trees from the crop, if you fine baby pose
Make a promise to never cut you out
I'm used to hoes I gotta slut you out
Check engine light
Before she get left lil mama gone get right
I don't wear seatbelts baby sit tight
Too much water for the cup holder
I'm only pouring doubles move your cup over

Pain at my back door, Success won't make me front
Bottle for my problems, tell my bitch to roll a joint
When they ask me who I love, the only time I'm gone point
Twenty four seven
The only time I'm on point
Distance won't make us closer but imma star
Please gimme space when we Floatin in this car
Ha transmission automatic
Put that bitch in manual can't get caught in traffic

Put that bitch in manual can't get caught in traffic
Put that bitch in manual can't get caught in traffic