[verse 1]
I woke up smoking gasoline
Poured an ounce of lean then went back to sleep
My best friend is a desert eagle
My main bitch nick named Nina
A quarter p that’s a lotta reefer
Come shop with me I’ll keep your number premium
Sixth sense I see dead people
Only fuck with thick bitches cuz I know they eaten

N***a I don’t love that hoe
N***a I don’t love that bitch
N***a you can have that hoe
Cuz I can’t trust a soul
N***a I don’t trust a soul
Fuck nah man

[verse 2]
I can’t trust a soul
I can’t trust a bitch
Only trust in god
And my pistol grip
In the chevy smoking heavy bumping triple 6
Triple 7 hopeless heaven if I die my nig
Damn this night I really thought I really thought I did
I need to stop getting so high all the time and I need to stop smoking this shit
Why you n***as be chasing these bitches man that’s the shit that I don’t get
Yung nardo I be chasing this dough I could really care less bout a bitch
Hoe
You know what I’m saying N***a shout out my brother Richie N***a
You know what I’m saying N***a yung N***a cight on this mother fucker hoe
Shit stupid hard and I’m stupid high N***a
Turn up the fuck N***a
Pour up N***a
Wassup then