[Verse]
(Ha, ha)
3 hydro's, a gamble
We can convert that man to a angel
And my lil' bitch got straps like a banger
My home-dog got stripes like a Bengal
We'll blow him out like a birthday candle
Too many percs, I can not handle
Yo' ho beat, beat like Rambo
He get— (Pew) in some sandals
(Too many sticks)
This shit federal
(Too many blicks)
Shit got no labels (OGPLUGG)
Only can walk her in Chanel's
I'm like God, he must be sped
Ha, ayy, run a lil' bag
Put that on his ass
She got a big ol' booty like, yeah, uh
Suck on my dick like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, damn, I sold a mag (OGPLUGG, ha, ha)
In a Hellcat, they too up
Money camе in, in France
Yeah (Yeah, oh-oh)
Bitch going, I don't undеrstand
Pitiful
Yeah, my n***as ruled it, yeah
We don't talk a lot, me and my n***a good though (OGPLUGG)
We— we-we want that bag right now
I don't think he feel me
G2 hit a killstreak
Dead ah n***a, kill me
I'm really living off of the lean
Off the lean, off the lean, lean (OGPLUGG)
Bean, bean, bean
I'm really living off the drugs (OGPLUGG)
[Refrain]
I'ma pour this cup up
I'ma pour this cup up, up
I'ma pour this cup anyway, up
I'ma pour this cup anyway, up
I'ma pour this cup anyway, up