I pour the lean so dark, it look like Crown Royal

And my shooters got my back, yeah I know they loyal

My lean is tinted, my windows tinted

I put more codeine in my Sprite, just so I could sip it

I got this pistol on my hip, I would not attempt it

And I don’t ever leave a witness, I can't be convicted

That xanny really got me, passed out in the Bentley backseat

Got all of my shooters behind me

Fuck 12 cuz I know they can’t find me

Trust God cuz’ I know that he guide me

I put the dough in my cul-de-sac

I know you been dissing I notice that

I jumped off the porch and I made a stack

You fumbled the ball when you took a sack

And my bitch is badder than Livvy Dunne

I still keep my chop when I’m on the run

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a heavy gun

I bust at my opps, what I do for fun

And don’t let me find where you stay at

I’m sending bullets where you lay at

If I don’t hit first I get payback

Want smoke?

Shut up and just say that

Yuh, shut up and just say that

I got drunk and forgot where the Wraith at

Bongobirch write a check then erase it

When you got that kind of money why waste it

I'm on the freeway I don't know where I'm headed

Show me the block bongobirch is gon wet it

Give me the wap bitch don't give me no Fetty

I come back to Rock and they throwing confetti

Using that pyrex cookin' up dope

Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap

Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke

Been a long way got a long way to go

Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke

Got a IR beam with an infrared scope

Said he want beef he don't really want smoke

Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload

Using that pyrex cookin' up dope

Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap

Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke

Been a long way got a long way to go

Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke

Got a IR beam with an infrared scope

Said he want beef he don't really want smoke

Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload

Cookin the dope I been using the pyrex

Got them a warrant but I knew to hide it

Ride in the jet yeah I'm talking the private

Little Rock Geyer Springs you can't survive it

Fuck if I'm right or wrong

Got shooters in the car, wanna ride along?

And fuck twelve, it's martial law

We can run it back like Marshall Faulk

I put an ounce of the dope in the crock pot

I'm still whippin the bowl when the block hot

When I was young I survived off of hot pockets

Brand new whip no roof I'ma drop top it

Back on my grind, and no you cannot stop it

I stretch out the dope when I re-rock it

I'm spending my money still make profit

No shots, just a hundred corks poppin

Using that pyrex cookin' up dope

Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap

Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke

Been a long way got a long way to go

Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke

Got a IR beam with an infrared scope

Said he want beef he don't really want smoke

Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload

Using that pyrex cookin' up dope

Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap

Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke

Been a long way got a long way to go

Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke

Got a IR beam with an infrared scope

Said he want beef he don't really want smoke

Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload