Paula Dean Letra

Racks inside my pocket, bustin' out the seam (Yeah)
Cooking in that kitchen like I'm Paula Dean (Yeah, yeah)
Asking me if I know her astrology (Yeah, yeah)
She gon' bust it open for me 'cause she proud of me (Yeah, yeah)
I can't imagine you survivin' if you crossing me (Yeah, yeah)
I'm drivin' way too damn fast, don't you cross the street

I'm havin' nightmares in my dreams, I can't go to sleep
The Rollie on my wrist, two-tone, cost a ki' (Cost a ki')
She think she playin' me, I told that, "We play for keeps" (Play for keeps)
I get to swingin' with that stick like I was playin' Wii (I'm playin' Wii)
I let her get inside my head, I think I need a drink (Uh-huh)
Too many voices in my head, man, I can't even think (Uh-huh)
I got some shit inside my blunt that don't even smell like weed (Uh-huh)
I drop the top on all my cars so I can feel the breeze (Uh-huh)
I told that girl, she out her mind, she think 'bout leavin' me (Uh-huh)
I took her to the Eastside, she a Georgia peach (Uh-huh, huh)
I spent some shit inside Balenci' that I can't believe (Uh-huh, huh)
She tell me 'bout myself and think that she be clockin' tea (Uh-huh, huh)

Racks inside my pocket, bustin' out the seam (Bustin' out the seam)
Cooking in that kitchen like I'm Paula Dean (Like I'm Paula Dean)
Asking me if I know her astrology (Her astrology)
She gon' bust it open for me 'cause she proud of me ('Cause she proud of me)
I can't imagine you survivin' if you crossing me (Uh-huh)
I'm drivin' way too damn fast, don't you cross the street

I'm havin' nightmares in my dreams, I can't go to sleep
The Rollie on my wrist, two-tone, cost a ki'