(808 Kartel, nigga)
(Yo, Kev)
(Dj Flipp, make the money flip)

Bitch, I'm hella faded, I sip lean on a celebration (celebration)
I just popped another 30, now I'm meditating (now I'm meditating)
If a nigga try to rob me, I go super saiyan (super saiyan)
Pull them choppers out, my niggas get to super slayin' (super slayin')
Hundred round leave 'em on the floor (on the floor)
Hundred rounds, we putting on a show (pop out)
Couple rounds when I'm digging in your ho (in your ho)
Pull this chopper out, I'm shooting at your bro (at your bro, nigga)
Nigga touch me, I'ma rip somethin' (rip somethin')
I just bought the whole pint, I'm 'bout to sip somethin' (sip it)
I just took a whole 30, on a sick one (sick one)
I don't hesitate with money, I'ma get some (get it)
I got real nigga dick and she know it (and she know it, bitch)
If I pour this forty out, I'm finna blow it (pop out, bitch)
Give a bitch good dick, now she glowin' (now she glowin')
Remember she was innocent, now she hoein' (she a ho)
In a foreign whip, nigga, and it's stolen (and it's stolen, skrrt)
Look at my mouth, lil' bitch, all golden (all golden)
Look at my neck, lil' nigga, all frozen (all frozen)
Run up on us trippin', nigga, get your jaw broken (jaw broken)
Movin' broke? I can't relate, nigga (ayy)
Everywhere a nigga go, I get a plate, nigga (ayy)
I ain't Tyga, but she said she want a taste, nigga (want a taste)
I just popped another Perc', I'm outer space, nigga (ooh)

Perc' popper, boy, I'm outer space (outer space)
I be coolin' where you niggas ain't safe (ain't safe)
Give me head 'til you run out of face
Walked in, now he runnin' out the place
Only time when I'm running from the jakes (ayy)
Throwin' money, boy, I could've bought a Wraith (bought a Wraith)
Real-ass nigga, you can't relate (can't relate)
Pick it up, lil' bitch need a rake (need a rake)
And a broom, Shoreline the wave, typhoon
Need my money next day, lil' nigga, by noon
(Matter fact, I need that right now, nigga
I don't give a fuck if you know me, nigga, pay me)
I don't do fronts (ayy), only smoke Runtz (ayy)
I don't smoke paper, boy, I only smoke blunts
Chopper on my side, I don't got it in the trunk
Turn around, bitch, I don't wanna see your front
Hit it from the back (ayy), do it once a month (ayy)
I'm a busy nigga, you can't have me when you want
Hit it from the back, do it once a month
I'm a busy nigga, you can't have me when you want
Smokin' on the freeway, goin' up like a b-day
Sellin' dope off a prepaid, gettin' money each way
Two hoes, they get freaky, two Percs, so geeky, ayy

Copyright: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Cameron Gerken, Fenix Rypinski, Ives Rafael Lemos Jr., Omar Abbas