Soju on Sunday

She said meet me out yeah
 She said meet me out yeah, yeah yeah
 She said meet me out yeah, uh yeah, yeah yeah ay
 She said meet me out in San Diego
 Fuck the fake friends they can stay at home
 They don't want your love it's just not enough
 They smile in your face then they tear you up
 Soju on a Sunday
 Driving on the highway
 You don't gotta do that
 I can fly you my way
 We ain't got no service
 We just on the island
 I ain't got no service
 But reach me on the island
 Shawty on my line
 But I ain't got time
 Yeah my Rollie ice
 But my drip don't time
 Knowing that I'm up
 Sippin' on good wine
 Leave a bitch on read
 When she saying that she mine, woah
 Ten toes down
 I ain't leave the ground
 Sunday morn
 So the rain don't pour
 Yeah and I swish, and I swish, and I swish yeah
 And she smoke and she smoke
 Yeah she roll with the Swishers
 Uh no
 I got brand new ice
 I got brand new hoes
 I got brand new gold
 Got an iced-out throne
 And my wrist real cold (woah)
 Got your bitch on the low (woah)
 I wanna see that ass mothafuckin space out
 I wanna see that ass mothafuckin space out
 I'mma see it right now
 Wanna see you right now
 I'mma see that ass mothafuckin space out
 Baby I'mma pass out
 If I don't have your love right now
 If I don't got your love right now