We got the scars
That came from the parts
Of ridin the cars
N Stealing the emblems
And splitting cigars
We Matching a nickel
We loved us a softbuck
Im from the cold
Them winters is crazy
And niggas is bold
But shit can get old
Watched from the car
While they looted the stores
Cuz I was the kid wit his hand
On the stove
Now I got control
Bad ass mani
You look up he grown
Call my buddies
Get up wit some hoes
Tossin a roach
Huggin the road
Wit my windows exposed
It's cold outside
But I switch up da clothes
Don't ash on the coat
If u can't pay the quote
We fightin for less
If the shit get provoked
We came here to chill
But all of us smoke
So we want the smoke
We want the bottles
N she play da role
He break her heart
She gotta go
She gotta ghost
Back of da rolls
She turned to a ghost
She look at the starrrrrs
Then he drop her off
She turn to a ghost
Her feelings is gone
Cut off wit the nigga
Ran off wit her soul
Now she shake her ass
Wit her hand on the stove
A bob on her head
Like she in control
Oh she in control
I sit in the chair
Wit my feet on the floor
N my head on ceiling
While breakin the laws
Fuck the specifics
My word is my balls
N she on my dick
While her ass in applause
Gimme a few while I figure it out
I just made a withdrawal
Bought me some product
I'm moving it all
I'm countin heem up
N then ima smoke
Oh we want the smoke
So we want the smoke
We want the bottles
N she play da role
He break her heart
She gotta go
She gotta ghost
Back of da rolls
She turned to a ghost
She look at the starrrrrs
Then he drop her off
She turn to a ghost