Man I live up in B.R 
Ima die up in B.R 
I got shit to do today so I cant die until tomorrow 
I done stole a bag of dro Im gettin high til tomorrow 
Nigga play with me right now im bussin nine til tomorrow 
My shit got a bad motor i aint promised til tomorrow 
so as long as I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow 
lookin for a bitch thats bad so we can act until tomorrow 
put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow 
Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow 
me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til tomorrow 
how bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow 
yo bitch tight, I wantta me borrow her, let me have her til tomorrow 
dont give a fuck about who smellin when its comin out ya car 
Im inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til tomorrow 
lets go posted up at the spot and make some change til tomorrow 
if im laid shit i might do the same thang tomorrow 

Laid way back behind black gettin blowed 
full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes 

I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not 
for some fit she trynna cop said she need right now 
what had happen was I had stopped by my nigga B spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot 
I was spose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop 
but a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up 
cuz how she fuck my dick got hard 
she tellin me how she so wide 
she took those draws off and I forgot 
went to check the mailbox 
some sepeana from the mothafucka 
tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on my older woman 
showed up at that hoe apartment 
smokin somethin ran into her 
put it in her mouth and told her to drop it 

When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack 
fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match 
you know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat 
manager comin out the back cuz all he smell is that dro 
when I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low 
my clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin Im blown 
them ghetto mommas dont trip they askin you got some mo 
let her momma hit the dro and she smell is that dro 
when I hit the club they can tell 
cuz Im puttin it in the air 
hoes ask can they hit niggas askin is it for sale 
security dont be trippin they be puttin in tne air 
when you in here thats all you smell high dro is what we smokin 
when we be