Staying prayed up Man this shit getting wicked I got some dead's and this shit Got me living Bishop on yerks Man that shit got him Itching If I shoot a shot I'm a hit I ain't bricking Talking bout veggies I'm getting this cabbage Talking bout money For I even had it Hustle addictive I made it a habit And you don't want smoke This imported from Cali Staying prayed up Man this shit getting wicked I got some dead's and this shit Got me living Bishop on yerks Man that shit got him Itching If I shoot a shot I'm a hit I ain't bricking Talking bout veggies I'm getting this cabbage Talking bout money For I even had it Hustle addictive I made it a habit And you don't want smoke This imported from Cali I'm talking bout' spinning whacking I pull off in the scat pack ain't got no traction He want P's I don't know him You know I'm taxing Eat me up off the perc Girl that's so relaxing Ayee Uhh I still traffic the pack with no license Automatic Chop on me with no GL's Rapping trapping Hit the road with like three bells Racks they came from overseas It hold seashells Spend that racks I send that money through Zelle Run up splack him send his ass straight to hell Back to trapping if this rapping gone fail Half a brick of Tina straight the mail Pour some wock in my body like Enfamil I'm gone cry like a Todd do not pop the seal Paranoid it get worse when I pop this pill Staying prayed up Man this shit getting wicked I got some dead's and this shit Got me living Bishop on yerks Man that shit got him Itching If I shoot a shot I'm a hit I ain't bricking Talking bout veggies I'm getting this cabbage Talking bout money For I even had it Hustle addictive I made it a habit And you don't want smoke This imported from Cali Staying prayed up Man this shit getting wicked I got some dead's and this shit Got me living Bishop on yerks Man that shit got him Itching If I shoot a shot I'm a hit I ain't bricking Talking bout veggies I'm getting this cabbage Talking bout money For I even had it Hustle addictive I made it a habit And you don't want smoke This imported from Cali 9 Milli on me If I'm in the party Don't become body I'm like, that Show me them trenches Can't move with no weapon I'm too soldiered out Where my stripes at Team got to eat I ain't leaving you starving I run to that check You won't dare see me walking He Sippin some lean Got that lil nigga nodding Ain't cuffing no hoe She want be my lil hostage Racks they came from overseas It hold seashells Yeah yeah yeah yeah