Ayy, yeah
Pour up a four in a soda 
Bitch you know my heart cold, Minnesota 
Said she love it when I bend her over 
Bitch its time to go, copy that over out 
Try up in the blunt, if it aint no loud 
Sosa you gettin that cheese? bitch, it aint no doubt 
You thought he was your homie when yall got locked up, sold out 
And if I ever die, its gon be from tookie
Like I play basketball, hoes throw me that coochie 
Left Maxfield then I went rocked the Gucci 
Bitch you know I get that Wally-Wally aint no Oochie 
All my friends are dead in my pockеt, I ain’t no Uzi 
This ain’t no second hand, we gon smoke you like a Lucy 
Hop in a fast car, Skrt-Skrt like Im Boosie 
Ten blunts smoked, got a nigga feeling woozy 
Lets get it, aye aye aye aye, lets get it
Im too fuckin real to be hollywood 
Pullin up in a big body truck 
Big shells for a big body thug 
Lil niggas talkin big body drugs 
I need that wockhardt that red that’ll have ya dead 
Nigga we on your fuckin head like a dread 
He got a gun in his pic, he think I’m scared 
Let off shots him & him Simon said 
Keep that check-up box bitch I want the head 
Flame up, and Im smokin off the stress 
Would still be on 64th but Im blessed 
Shawty know I got guap from the tress 
Blocka blocka blocka, uno dos tres 
Man these bitches be birds for the bread 
Baby told me she in love with how I dress 
Man these niggas love to front for the press 
Catch em up in LA, buttons gettin pressed 
Hit his ass with FN in his chest 
Wipe em down cause a fiend at his best 
Knock em down tell em throw the towel in 
And my niggas be really wildin 
Sayin you be classy, boy you clownin 
A dry ass pussy I cant even drown in 
You talkin pages cant even sign in 
In Chiraq aint no lackin, cant even dine in 
Had to grew up to see how people finesse 
Shorty nemll kill a whole Strip for nine bands 
Yeah, bitch we flyin in 
Booked tha private jet so Im tokin 
Slide up in that bitch like a token 
Tell em tie up, please bring the propine 
In a three-ten bitches from the fourteen, ayy
Two Glocks and they twins like the Olsens 
Open my door bitch, bitch is you slow bitch? 
Sayin you need some training, I can be a coach bitch 
I got power, Im like Lilo & Stitch 
Get a bitch a uber she left, but aint no kiss 
Got like 4 sticks you and you hold this 
Got some mo sticks, I just left the store bitch 
We get vicious, these bitches ferocious 
Well cook your ass nigga like some toastes 
I got Twinkies, bitch like Hostess 
Nigga come and sign-up for the smoke-list 
Ayy