Floatin (feat. Red The Native)

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Young Gatsby

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Yeah
Uh uh
Me myself and I, I'm with the homies
Tell that bitch she wanna f*ck let's do it low-key
All these posers tryna know me
Tell these motherfuckers that I ain't fuckin with phonies
Rapping and I'm smoking
Roll the windows up, we talking
Hot box this whole shit
Now I'm in slow motion
Red The Native steering wheel controlling
I'm so high outta my mind I'm floating
I'm floating
I'm so high outta my mind I'm floating
I'm floating, I'm floating
So high outta my mind I'm floating
Look, but no time for choking
This time is golden
Always felt me like I was the chosen
Been knocking these pinheads down like bowling
I been showboating
I forgot I told them, yeah
Stay focused got to get ya money up
You can't be in last place or a runner up
Second place is the first lose
That's, mandatory thought I told you fools
Me myself and I, I'm with the homies
Tell that bitch she wanna f*ck let's do it low-key
All these posers tryna know me
Tell these motherfuckers that I ain't fuckin with phonies
Rapping and I'm smoking
Roll the windows up, we talking
Hot box this whole shit
Now I'm in slow motion
Red The Native, steering wheel controlling
I'm so high outta my mind I'm floating
I'm floating
I'm so high outta my mind I'm floating
I'm floating, I'm floating
So high outta my mind I'm floating
"Red The Native!"
Ay yo Gatsby! "Wassup bro?"
Tell me where the gats be
12 on my ass but they can't catch me
Got dope in the truck and the way they passing
Got my eyes red! And so dam toasted I'm floating
Like a leaf in the pond, I'm just trynna get a deal then I'm gone
Making some moves on the freeway (freeway)
Cuz I got no time for no delays
Replay, trynna get my checks on a replay
You already know I'm getting this money without a delay
Ion even give a f*ck about y'all
I been, on my own
I been on this marathon
Y'all already know what it is
When I come thru styling
I'm just chilling over here young and, wilding
You already know the name is Gatsby
Now I'm coming through on the track lyrical athlete, uh
Me myself and I, I'm with the homies (I'm alone)
Tell that bitch she wanna f*ck let's do it low-key (let's do it low-key)
All these posers tryna know me
Tell these motherfuckers that I ain't fuckin with phonies (nah)
Rapping and smoking
Roll the windows up, we talking
Hot box this whole shit
Now I'm in slow motion
Red The Native steering wheel controlling
I'm so high outta my mind I'm floating
I'm floating
I'm outta my mind I'm floating
I'm floating (I'm floating)
I'm floating
So high outta my mind I'm floating
Ya boy smoke fancy but live in the ghetto
Got my foot in the pedal
Blowing on gas
If ya girl ain't fucking then I'm gone pass
I'm Red The Native
I got plans, to make bands
I be really in the sport and you're just fan

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