Outro (PTH) Video (MV)

Cruising down PCH, sun rays in my face
Lil honey rollin next to me
Texting her girlfriends where the function be
Roof going in the truck
Homies in the back seat hanging out to stunt
They don't give a f*ck
Holla at girl, kicking game harder than Miyagi whipping a Kawasaki
Or a Maserati, in the dunes of Benghazi
They got options
They could be Japanese, Italian, Middle Eastern
Please and thank you
Arigato, grazie, shokran papi
All these DL Nazis want to knock me
Call me thug instead of nigger, day dreaming that they shot me
Blue suit and badge, the new hood for clan
Talkin: Build that wall, boy Trump's the man
But f*ck that
Let's kick back
Before we at the function grab some papers and wraps, Henny and Jack
What about some coke?
Leave that right there, real niggas don't need that
Land at the spot, team fly, f*ck ya feedback
G's getting gone on the lawn
Hope the drama at home
Like Snoop Doggy Dog, the party is on
And we aint leaving till 6 in the morning

So just pass me that Henny dog
I'm tryna get this weight off
The world may be dark, but it's lit up in here
Know you feel the vibe, at the door check your fears

Pass me that henny
My bitch, she'll take remy
When she get loose off that goose, she say film me
Mama I feel ya
Whine like Brazilian
Throw that thang back one more time, you gone kill me
And baby ya know it, ya body like ocean
Them fishies they jealous, their faces them show it
Lies get you roasted
Matter of fact in the kitchen two niggas, they going
Damn
Seeing red, toting guns to flex they might
When shells hit the floor, lights cut on like
And we was out

Ducking shells, I'm ducking shells
Brenda's baby almost got trampled cuz she fell
Escaped the space where Death was hunting
That kinda rush is mighty humbling
Crew all good, but now our stomach's rumbling
Can we find something to eat
That aint deep fried, sitting under lamps for heat
But f*ck it
A Louisiana Fried bucket be the move
When weeks till you get paid again is two
Ooooo
My partner got the loud too
Twisted wisdom, now he preaching
Fool, you reaching
I'm searching for facts to find peace in
Pop in that FIFA, let me teach ya
My goal's ya soul, gold soles aint shit
When in an instant you become obituary misprints
Father, Father, please forgive this soul
Pour one out for my guy, plus my mouth's getting dry