Mixing ***** mixing chemical

You n*ggas broke that’s skeptical

Do you want smoke bc it’s plentiful

What I’m smoking on is medical

Take off clothes it’s festival

You not getting money unacceptable

Made him crash out with my reticle

But Now I’m a Celestial

**Hook**

Pulling up to the show right in yo hood

Reaching down boy I wish that u would

She keep telling me that I’m no good

Made that lil hoe come run this wood

We all really know you n*ggas really poor

Let talk now and I’m uppin that score

I f*cked on his and it sound like it tore

Drop me *** I’ll smoke me a ****

**back to Hook**

This backwood really can fit your whole homie

I fuck on his bitch leave it wеt tsunami

You not going home yeah I’m uppin that tommy

But you running yeah you running to mommy

Wеt his block like Guam

You think I’m worried but I’m really I’m calm

Choppa make me sweaty just look on the palm

Bound to blow up but Ian no bomb

**Final back to Hook**