Got double cup, promethazine with the sprite In my room and chillin' with his thot Up in the block, smoke and got drunk with the mob We got lean, yeah, we geekin' a lot Bitch, I got pot, smokin' a lot and a lot If you come with the opps, yeah, a body gon' drop Come to the spot, make sure them bands in your pocket So you can get all the rocks Yeah, I busy trappin' on my phone, traphouse I call it my zone I got no hoes so I spend all this racks alone Spend for the gas so I'm stoned Choppa gon' sing and then leave all 'em oppas alone Watch 'em turnin' into bones Bitches be ask my cologne then ask for my number But I said none then I leave her alone Indon be talkin' my shit while they got no shit But try hard to copy my shit Remember those days when they said I got nothin' to be at the top Now they copy to poppin' Call me with mumble and shit but I give no fuck And now you can suck on my dick Remember those days when my rap ain't a shit Now you can suck on my shit Bitch, yeah, I made it! Prolly I'm not at the top but at least I've been trying so hard Yeah, I still made it Fuck what they sayin', fuck what they mean OZ be always be OZ Bitch, yeah, I made it! Prolly I'm not at the top but at least I've been tryin' so hard Yeah, I still made it Fuck what they saying, fuck what they mean OZ be always be OZ Bitch, yeah, I made it!