[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Ayy, that bitch hard
(Bitch, you thirsty, take a sip)

[Verse]
This beat sound like a bunch of Mexicans with tacos
We roll whole zips and Backwoods, not frontos
This n***a still wearin' Robin's jeans with rhinestones
If you ain't got no money, it's best for you to get your grind on (For real)
You gotta make somethin' happen
I can show you a buck fifty 'cause I've been stackin'
You can't show a Goddamn dollar 'cause you've been cappin'
I'm in the SRT, I gotta turn off the traction
That bitch be goin' fast as hell
My lil' cousin twelve and smoke weed, that n***a bad as hell
[?] why you don't listen to dog? That n***a trash as hell
[?] put a blunt out in the ash tray, that n***a grabbed the tail (Whore)
He tryna smoke on my leftovers
I was fuckin' with Backpack Boyz, they the best growers (Fire)
They shit fire
I know this one n***a that smoke weed and he sing in a choir
Like what the fuck, n***a? You goin' to church and shit smokin' weed?
I told my bitch you ain't goin' nowhere, I grabbed her keys (Give me those)
You gotta sit in the house
If you pull up to the trap to buy some weed, you might see a mouse
Your crib small as hell, I barely saw your house
I told that bitch, "Your pussy trash, I barely want your mouth" (Barely)
I really don't even want nothin'
I just had to block a bitch number 'cause she wasn't fuckin'
Last n***a tried to rob me got shot up in the stomach
I already established my name, you tryna be up and comin'
But don't nobody know you
I was on [?] and ran into my own Goddamn social