Shit, shit, shit, yeah
I'm off the X and I'm off of the molly
I got your bitch on me in the party
Pourin' up red in my cup Carti
Racks I made, I'ma f*ck your b
I'ma f*ck her face, I'm insane
I done f*cked that hoe and I ain't know her name
Bitch, I'm crazy
See me like Wacky, that got me so lazy
Made this hoe at night
Now all of a sudden she callin' me baby
I want pussy, not a relationship
Want an emo girl goth girl, not a basic bitch
So I'm staking all these stacks
I'm getting racks, I'm moving packs
F*ckin' your bitch, hit from the back
Getting all these f*cking racks
But look the same, you could not tell
I'ma make her wet, I'll make her wet just like a well
I be getting motion, move that pack straight through the mail
If that boy talking shit
I'll aim at him send straight to hell
Drinking the lean, popping PS
.38 beam
Smoke up in the clouds, let's get high like me
F*ck your bitch up in a whip
I hope to make her scream
Let this f*cking pothead pop
I don't want to dream
Yeah, drop a pint
In my Sprite, yeah that's right
Sipping muddy, while you sipping bubbly
Huh, yeah, all this weed, but none of it for free
'Cause it's for medicinal needs yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck how you feel, I'm feeling good
While you feeling shook
Cause the bars that I spit on my hooks
Boy you ain't even smart
You gotta stack them books
Making big bucks
Owning big mutts