Well, a good Delta 88 with 84s on it
A couple P's in my trunk, a good nose on it
In my back seat is hoes only, you know those on me
Pepsi, Adderall, and coke on me
Never dull moments, to whoever thought they was it — look, it's no longer
I got mo' weed than Oklahoma, I'ma real stoner
Audemar, Gucci, gator owner, I'ma real loner
Hoes in my face like blackheads — where's the facial toner?
I lay the syrup 'round the blunt like we poured maple on it
I hate you weak-ass rappers, a bunch of fake opponents
I fuck your girl on the weekend like I'm Abel's homie
Then eat the bitch and send her back like, call the waiter for me
Get her off the table for me, take it off the tab for me
She ordered crab cakes when she ain't worth cab money
So please ask for me
I call Kid and tell my nigga leave the slab running
'Cause that's exactly what I'll do when she act funny — like, ha, I'm outta here
This Chevy not a Cavalier, bitch get out of here
Pull off smiling with a cougar, favor Pamela Grier
Walk in the house and cause a scene like we've seen cameras here
But no cameras dear — I set the atmosphere
It's candles lit and mattress here, like we can practice here
My normal bitch ain't really on it, but my actress is
This bitch getting on my nerves, I feel a crash is near
Just make sure my road smooth and my path is clear
I got mass appeal and close massive deals
With a baddie and don't care if her ass is real
She said she star on Zeus, I'm like "Oh, that's you? How you feel?"
But her apartment in the hood, I'm like "This how you live?"
Tell her pack her slut bag, then we head to my crib
But first, where your cups at? I'm tryna pour this Pibb
Or fuck it, let me get some head, then we can go and dip
A good Delta 88 with 84s on it
A couple P's in my trunk, a good nose on it
In my back seat is hoes only, you know those on me
Pepsi, Adderall, and coke on me
Never dull moments, to whoever thought they was it — look, it's no longer
I got mo' weed than Oklahoma, I'ma real stoner
Audemar, Gucci, gator owner, I'ma real loner
Hoes in my face like blackheads — where's the facial toner?
I lay the syrup 'round the blunt like we poured maple on it
I hate you weak-ass rappers, a bunch of fake opponents
I fuck your girl on the weekend like I'm Abel's homie
I eat the bitch and send her back like, call the waiter for me
Get her off the table for me, take it off the tab for me
She ordered crab cakes when she ain't worth cab money
So please ask for me
I call Kid and tell my nigga leave the slab running
