Bro just bought a glass pint of wock and sent it through the mail
I just poured a 4 of Hi-tech I'm movin' like a snail
I could spot a 3.5 with my eyes, don't even need a scale
Gotta have them knots stacked up in case I need a bail
Got a QP of moonrocks I won't even sell
Hit her with the dick so good she singin' like Adele
Had to eat the pussy three times it was good as hell
But Imma keep that shit to myself, I don't kiss and tell
Aye, aye, call the tab man
All these blue and yellow pills I feel like pac-man
Hand me your mixtape I throw it in the trashcan
Bitch im smokin big gas str8 from afghan
I'm tryna cough my lungs out, where the dab man
Block bussin' like i'm servin' free crack man
If it ain't zaza what the fuck you tryna pass man
Imma smoke my own blunt, your shit is ass man
Aye, bitch i'm back in motion
I just put a eighthy in a wood, this shit got me floatin'
Got a couple grams of the wax and that shit potent
And I got your bitch wet as hell something like a ocean
I just need a fire ass beat so I can talk my shit
Catch a opp lackin' broad day, empty out the clip
Gotta put them rubber gloves on to load up the stick
I could call up three coke boys to come move a brick
Damn, now her nose runnin'
Gave my hoes AR-15s now them hoes gunnin'
Say the wrong words, we gon turn nothin' into somethin'
He was talking shit on twitter so I beat his ass in public
Shawty said I look good as hell so I gave her inches
Opp was talkin' shit loud as hell so I gave him stitches
Boy you worried bout what I'm doin', need to mind your business
Beat that pussy like a workout from Planet Fitness
Shawty said I look good as hell so I gave her inches
Opp was talkin' shit loud as hell so I gave him stitches
Gotta hit em with the church bell cause I'm killing snitches