Two pints deep and my gun on my side Feeling like B.I.G Ready to Die Mama don't know but the boy is man No ceilings in this whip turn yo girl to fan I couldn't even go on stage so I rained all my bands I can't flirt my bitch around pass her off to my mans No coupes this week we in big boy vans That's a sprinter to you to us it's some to do Made bout 20k fucking off in LA Dodging TSA can't drop off at the bank Fucking up this chicken I cemented my rank Can't take it to the grave buy my bitch what she say 25 years and I'm not in prime In my cup it's full of lean in my bitch lemon lime Say the type shit make you stop and rewind You say the type shit make a dead man blind