"Champagne Face" lyrics

Please check the time
Please check the clock
It's time to rock
This shit on lock
Slid with the mops
Don't reach for that water you'll get popped
I'm up at the top
Dolo no flock
Still in the way
I need all of the guap
Still in my bag but I need a big box
It ain't gon' work cuz a nigga too hot
Movin' whoa
Holdin' whoa
Way too t'd might crash the rolls
Outta my body I still ain't gon' fold
That bitch acting right I might put her in gold
White on her toes and some white up her nose
Pints on the floor please leave me alone
I move with the fleet you def can't get the low
Popped out with the rocket and blew up the store

Wasting my time might as well of stole the Rollie
Burning big blunts
Breaking glass
I might summon the holy ghost
Slowly smoking
Nose is sloping dope
1000 thoughts at once and now I'm focused
Feeling atrocious
Feel like provoking these hoes into choking each other
I'm hoping I pick the right one
Because one is a buffer
The other ones fucking nuts but I think that I might love her
I'm willing to suffer
I'm willing to give anything a try at least once
If I like it it'll be months before I see the fucking sun
And check the clock or ask the time

3 fingers 6 digits for the gang smoking swisher blunts
Riding middle finger up
Residue stuck in my nose go (snort) and I get high as fuck
Blicky toys
We Greys R Us
Got my bitch on Angel dust
Grip my pistol while she sucking
For a hoe I got no trust
Call the doc
Slick going out his mind
Forgis on the Benz floating like a poltergeist
'Til I die it's grey five nine
100 dollar bills snorting 1000 dollar lines