I don't need that
Got a mean stash
I just changed zip codes for the weekend
I am sick get a whiff need a z pack
Got me dripping like I'm tripping make em jump jump
I don't need that
Got a mean stash
I just changed zip codes for the weekend
I am sick get a whiff need a z pack
Got me dripping like I'm tripping make em jump jump
Tick tock click clock it's time that I returned
Clip locked grip Glock the nine milometer
Get going no slowing there's ganja to be burned
I'm blowing I'm throwing this genre in the urn
Coming out fast right
Throwing no shoes
Ya'll know my past right
Owing no dues
In first out last right
Still knowing no rules
Like a brunette chick thick bad with a fat ass right
Stack those views
Come quick with the hair trigger
Right now I'm daring ya
Come and step one toe my way on the concrete I'll be smearing ya
Bystanders wearing ya
Oh shit am I scaring ya
Two holes be the one I dig for you the other one I'm tearing ya
Copped this duce duce today
I see you and there ain't no cops around
Pull up mask on dump out the clip
Drop down when you hear that pop sound
I don't need that
Got a mean stash
I just changed zip codes for the weekend
I am sick get a whiff need a z pack
Got me dripping like I'm tripping make em jump jump
Kuru in the brain oh yeah I'm sick but I take no days off
Come and find your girl we on the plane combine box and snakes like Azoff
I've been here long enough my shit's packed tight my dues be paid off
I own the car I own the jet I own the sky when I take off
Act like it ain't that I might just
Talk out of pocket like I be mic'd up
You the new kid and I'm the right stuff
Stroke my left then lick the right nut
All sauced up and words be running
Shit I'm fly you been heard me buzzing
My chick be bad give me good good loving
That girl you got been worked by a dozen
You Sam's Choice I'm Orange Crushing
My side of town we call you muffin
You've been trapped before
Def been slapped before
You and your clique don't stand for nothing
I stand up and bitches sit down
I swing hard I've got my dick out
I pull up I've got the grip out
I roll up and dump the clip out
I don't need that
Got a mean stash
I just changed zip codes for the weekend
I am sick get a whiff need a z pack
Got me dripping like I'm tripping make em jump jump
I got time for this
Born gifted bitch I've got mind for this
More lifted spliff I'm too high for this
Sore lipped'd bitch I'm too wide for this
I told her hit me with the addy don't leave me hanging
Slapped the cake and called her Patty no need to thank me
I'm on that next shit yeah that text shit and no me no reply
They said you a tough guy a real buff guy and no me no see why
I sling the web I bring original talking bout Toby
I bring the death that 50 Cent lay 25 on each eye
Down on your knees shit with that please shit man shut your ass up
Just close your eyes say your goodbyes
It's time for that
I don't need that
Got a mean stash
I just changed zip codes for the weekend
I am sick get a whiff need a z pack
Got me dripping like I'm tripping make em jump jump