And I smoke kush and I pop—
And I don't give a— (What you say about me)
And I sip lean, real codeine
And I don't give a damn what you say about me
Yeah
I put my bitch in Rick
First thing you see when she hop out that foreign is her kit
I ain't gon' lie, I thought that shit was over when they found that switch
I gave my lawyer fifty thousand, told him, "Get me out this shit"
I told him, "Get me out this shit," nigga, don't get Jiffy mixed
Yeah, I know dude gon' talk behind my back 'cause he a bitch
Them niggas' mans died, now ain't shit said about me since
I'm in my hood right now, inside my Maybach with no tint
I knew that nigga was dead before they did it, I know who did it
I knew that nigga was dead before they did it, I paid the ticket
If you give me head, can I cum all in your face? Girl, is you with it?
If you give me head, can I cum all in your face and then your titty?
Yeah, call my Big Tymers, know I get my roll on
Call my nigga champagne, he get the load gone
I call my nigga Cosa Nostra, we could work that same phone
You know my cup my cuddy buddy, bitch, I feel like Mike Jones
RIP my brother, can't believe you really gone
Even though this shit get risky, we made niggas watch they tone
I promise I'ma hit the gas before they lights cut on
Don't come around just tryna ask the prices, what you want?
And we can't serve you if you shoppin' petty, buy a zone
Them fullies get to flyin', he thought he got hit by a drone
It's one-twenty on my left wrist, I could've bought a home
Check the tracking on my own shit, I feel like Pat Mahomes
I smoke kush and I smoke—
And I pop—
Yeah
And I sip real co—
And I don't give a damn what you say about—
I smoke kush and I drink—
And I—
Yeah (Bitch)
I sip lean, real codeine
And I don't give a— what you—
Pussy
Forever, for life
