[ Featuring T Woods ]
Oh, bae you nothin' like rest, yeah that Act right taste the best
Feignin' for Hi-Tek love, I had to get it off my chest
Made em spill some pints of Tek, we hit his hat, he ain't need no vest
F*ck it, give me a duece of Tussin', it'll help wit all the stress
Me and Qua have fun when we link, ouuu you nothin' like the last 3
I was thinkin', we can grow old together,start a family
Whole time, if Wockeisha want me, she can have me
Trisa where you goin'? Can't let yo sexy ass walk pass me
How I'm buyin' up all the drank? I ball like the coldest athlete
F*ck around nod while standin up I need to take a damn seat
Me and gang been runnin' so good we bring home gold in track meet
I run so many laps round niggas they think the trap on repeat
When I sip I be okay, Ion wanna show off all this reach
Shit, we keepin' it a buck, I'm tied in wit nigga just like Big Meech
Po'n Tek all up in public, sippin' on vacay, at the beach
I like my drank like my women, I call dis this mix the Georgia Peach
I'm finna smack a nigga, why the f*ck would dude pass ya boy a cup of clean?
Why this nigga actin' tough,he wash down all his food wit Creatine
Bae told me, I love you, all I heard was lean, lean, lean
You can get me to kick the cup, girl I'm finna make yo ass my queen
Oh, bae you nothin' like rest, yeah that Act right taste the best
Feignin' for Hi-Tek love, had to get it off my chest
Made em spill some pints of Tek, we hit his hat, he ain't need no vest
F*ck it, give me a duece of Tussin', it'll help wit all the stress
Me and Qua have fun when we link, ouuu you nothin' like the last 3
I was thinkin', we can grow old together,start a family
Whole time, know if Wockeisha want me, she can have me
Trisa where you goin'? Can't let yo sexy ass walk pass me
Wonder when moms saw me, if she knew dat a trap baby was born
When I trap it's like I was neva doin hits, I'm Jason Bourne
I need red, it ain't no Tek, I need dat Akorn, Akorn in
The streets my life, I ain't force shit, I was chose, they swore me in
After a long day of trappin', bae, gone blow me like a horn
Qua, Wockhardt, or Tek, ion know which one to pick, it got me torn
Remember we couldn't afford the drank, shit, we jugg, finessed the Benz
You can't see dog shit on us, fire yo doctor, what's up wit yo lenses?
I can't get bro to sit down, he be been standin' on bidness
How I get the secret recipe, I bumped into a chemist
All I need is sip, it don't take much for me to feel it
Oh, you the baddest of em all, you just might get me to quit this
Oh, bae you nothin' like rest, yeah that Act right taste the best
Feignin' for Hi-Tek love, I had to get it off my chest
Made em spill some pints of Tek, we hit his hat, he ain't need no vest
F*ck it, give me a duece of Tussin', it'll help wit all the stress
Me and Qua have fun when we link, ouuu you nothin' like the last 3
I was thinkin', we can grow old together,start a family
Whole time, if Wockeisha want me, she can have me
Trisa where you goin'? Can't let yo sexy ass walk pass me
