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