Released on February 1, 2013

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[Verse]

Slidin' in my cutlass slammin the bump up on the speaker box

Prayin' to yoself I can't relate bitch I don't need a god

Find me where the demons are, ridin' in the demon car

Stone stick shift, know it's bones when you see the car

Killin' it better believe it tho

Murder right up in yo stereo

Tell me now what's a scenario

Two swishers rolled now here we go

Yo girlfriend she called you and she told you that she home

She hang up, the shots in mouth, now she ridin' round she with bones

Now she posted up in my home

Whole room smellin' like smoke

She in my bed with my chain on and when she go to sleep I'm ghost

She tell me that she like the flow she know the words to my music

She naked under that shirt of mine so please don't confuse it

I ain't lyin' I do it

Bitch you home doin' nothin'

See everyday's a fucking Saturday, I'm livin' life and I love it

One million blunts rolled up for the drive, it's the slim white pimp dollar signs on my eyes