[Intro]
Smoking that Tooka
Smoking on that Tooka
You tweak I'ma shoot ya, don't make your mama lose ya
You know how I'm rocking like cutoff stocking
Keep kush in my pocket man
All designer man, get y'all grind up man
Rollie for the timer man

[Chorus]
8th grade n***a had braids
Freshman year, a n***a tried the fade (Aye, aye)
Sophomore year had dreads (Aye, aye)
Had to grow up and get some bread
N***a trappin', looking for the feds (Aye, aye)
Fuck n***a, fuck what you said (Aye, aye)
Bitch, I’m working tryna get some bread
You a little thotty, give me head (I want the top)

[Verse]
Bitch, I’m in this shit, bitch, I’m cashing
Bitch, I got them bands, ain’t no asking
Bitch, give me top, fuck your ass
Louis V, Gucci, know I’m cashing (Louis, Gucci)
Say fuck the Glo, that shit your ass
Pull up, pistol packing, we attacking (Aye, aye)
N***as say they savage, man, keep trappin'
It’ll happen, n***a, no rapping
Pull up on your block, pistol popping
Better have your mans and your shooters
Shoot you in medulla of the Tooka
N***as ain’t on shit, n***as losers
Use the XK or the Ruger
Pull up at your home, we still gonna shoot you
Police can’t save you or your mama
N***as talking like they ready for drama
Use the Nickel or the Llama
Coming hard like a n***a Osama
Just to find me, need Obama
Just know this Glo Gang's fucking summer
[Chorus]
8th grade n***a had braids
Freshman year, a n***a tried the fade (Aye, aye)
Sophomore year had dreads (Aye, aye)
Had to grow up and get some bread
N***a trappin', looking for the feds (Aye, aye)
Fuck n***a, fuck what you said (Aye, aye)
Bitch, I’m working tryna get some bread
You a little thotty, give me head (I want the top)