Yung Baller - no invites. Lyrics

Hit New York before I hit 21
She wanna come to my life, I told her I have plenty fun
Off the pack again, I got dirty lungs
Ballin' so long, hit a M before 31
No Invites with the squad, they better hurry up
New surveillance round' my crib, don't trust a soul
Strap on the way, gone up the pole
Designer for my baby, cause they been hatin' lately
Off a pill again, I told her, face me
New islands, swipe, swipe, swipe, what's the fee?
Smokin' and gettin' it, yeah, it's green
Came over one time, think she is a fiend
Big blunts only, baby, had to keep it trim
Need a cut, no hair, above the f*ckin' brim
Six-seven, pass me the ball, I'll make it in
Made it out the hood, bitch, I can't take me in
Can't see out the window, know, I'm in the Raq
Love of my life, yeah, she can take a stack
One day, Navy pier, next, Catalina
So comfortable shawty, kickin' my feet up
Startin' to finally kick my feet up
Startin' to think these niggas really f*ckin' need us
Glock on me, can't see it, bitch, it's knee up, made a play today
Hold on
Made a play today, it's a good morning
Ten shots in the city, with explicit warning
Minneapolis hot wherever you go
Baggin' bodies lame, bitch, that's on my soul
So much gas in the lungs, floatin, movin' slow
Asain persuasion wasn't part of the equation
Glad it manifested, shawty
I had to be patient, yeah