[Verse]
I'm coming through the front, I ain't worried 'bout shit
Trying to harm me I leave his ass like a tip
I'ma tell you now, I'ma twist him like a hip
Then smoke a blunt by my motherfucking self
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of you here
Bitch, I only rap just to let you n***as hear
And when we do a show your fan base disappear
Bitch, I ain't lying I'ma keep it sincere
Bitch, since when could you chill up over here?
Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer
Get hit too, shit bitch might as well
I don't even talk all a ho do is tell
I’m standing on a boat, finna set the damn sail
I burn incense because my brain likes the smell
She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell
I ain’t say, "Come," but she at the hotel
Fuck a n***a mean? Me and my n***as don't be fucking with n***as
We give no fuck 'bout none of you n***as or whoever with you
I pull up to my n***a then'll spark
Blunts already rolled, what the fuck a n***a thought?
East Memphis streets still burning damn hot
Police might as well live up on the damn clock
That's why I stay in the goddamn house
On the damn couch while I eat take-out
Text T.A. when the weed run out
Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out
I be on the beach feeling like a bird now
Smoking on a ounce on the roof of the house
Master Roshi tried to kick a n***a out
'Cause I had a sack I ain't tell his ass about
Bitch, you fucking know what the fuck do we about
Hollow Squad Blunts don't never fade out, bitch