Woah
Drink got me leaning hyde got me fiending
And your bitch is in here screaming
When I'm done she's leaving
Now that bitch sure ain't a keeper
She a damn creeper got to keep up pounds of reefer
You a cheer leader
And they know I'm smoking on that took-a
Keep a thirty two just like I'm luka
I be balling but I'm not a hooper
Shoot my shot I pray to buddah
Keep an eye out for a trooper yeah yeah
If I want to then I hit a lick
And just like baynes I set a pick
So come and get these bitches off my dick
Check your fit it makes me sick yeah yeah
Really I don't give a shit
Stash a band inside my left sock red socks
Got another band inside my right sock white socks
And my shooter got them big glocks
Bitch you better kick rocks
Make you dance no tik tok
Draco yeah I tote it
Bitch don't make me blow it
I ain't even got to show it
They already know I hold it
Snakes up in the grass got to mow it
Pop and leave you bloody you a whole zit
You a whole bitch damn
Try me I am really with the shit
Give my youngs a bag then I send him on a hit
Stephen curry with the thirty in the clip
Let them fucking fly like designer on my hip
It ain't shit to get you knocked off
Got the gas pack topped off then I got topped off
By your bitch rock solid
Sending bullets like goff did
I got unlimited funds
Unlimited guns unlimited drugs unlimited thugs unlimited trucks
But I got limited fuck to give
Call him patrick cause he can't even find his lid
Got caught but never told so I did a bid
Me on the track and you already know it's a hit
Woah