She diggin' in the ashtray 'cause she a doobie smoker
I'm jumpin' out this red 'Rari with the Super Soaker
Wheelchair can't save you, niggas'll push you over
Sour Patch inside this 'Wood, got a different odor
Ayy, cussin' out my bitch, hardly ever sober (shut yo' bitch ass up)
I be cussin' out my nigga, he done sold the blower (Theodork)
Suckers out here loafin', we gon' blow his motor
Old ass trey-five-seven, you guys deserve a holster
Post to poke him in the pen but you ain't get the kite
It ain't no option when you bangin', bitch, this shit for life (Pebbles)
Wockesha and lil' Trisha got me missin' flights
I'm finna blow down on this ho, I think she in the heights

Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, "Slide through"
Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too
Ayy, all my niggas trained to go on sight (trained to go on sight)
Choppa with double D's, drop the low and you iced (drop the low and you iced)
You slidin' with your yeekie, I slither with mine too (yeah)
Cubicles in your Carti, it's glitter in mine too
Now a days, when there's smoke, they take it straight to the neck
For the temporary clout that don't amount to respect, nigga, huh

Free Scalene, I'll never buy a bitch Celine
Dopest nigga out my jurisdiction out of me and Skeem
Cha-ching, yeah, that's the chicken callin'
Them little fiddles that you owe me, I ain't trippin' off it
She sprinkle powder on her nipple, I'm a sniff it off it
A hunnid G's for all them P's, I'm finna get it off 'em, yeah
I'm sippin' often, that's the only thing that heal a nigga
You better not cry 'bout my death until you kill a nigga
Wolfin' on the Mozzy, you for real, my nigga?
Like I ain't put a chain around you when you came around me
You ain't gon' squeeze when it get greasy, you can't hang around me
We never loafin', rather play the bounty, on Pebbles

Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, "Slide through"
Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too
Ayy, all my niggas trained to go on sight (trained to go on sight)
Choppa with double D's, drop the low and you iced (drop the low and you iced)
You slidin' with your yeekie, I slither with mine too (yeah)
Cubicles in your Carti, it's glitter in mine too
Now a days, when there's smoke, they take it straight to the neck
For the temporary clout that don't amount to respect, nigga, huh

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Writer(s): Timothy P. Patterson