[Intro]

DJ Scrim, nigga!

Okay, okay, okay

Now here's a little story that I gots to tell

About a couple grams of weed that I tried to sell

Girly hit me up, said she need an eighth

I told her, "give me ten—and I'd be right at yo-"

NOLA!

Coast to coast mixtape DJ's!

Coast to coast DJ!

[Verse 1: $crim]

Okay, okay, okay

Now here's a little story that I gots to tell

About a couple grams of weed that I tried to sell

Girly hit me up, and said she need an eighth

So I told her, "Give me ten, and I'll be right at her place"

Pulled up at the condo, gave a knock on the door

What I seen next, yo, it had me on the floor

Then repliеd, "Hey, Scrim! Surprise!"

And then I took my hands, and I rubbеd my eyes

She said she's out of money, but got something for me

And then opened her legs where the sun ain't sunny

I said, "Hold up, honey, I need my paper!"

And then following that will be a blowjob later

Ole' Boujee ass girl, pulled out three twenties

Told her don't ever, ever play with my money

Hit the front door like a fire exit

Then Dirt scooped me up in the four-door Lexus

Then we went to the store, copped a few Phillies

Blew a few blunts, said, "Thank you, Miss Lilly"

Headed to the city where the good die young

Third coast, muddy water, West Bank coke snorters

[Verse 2: Coolest]

Now let me start my story off just like this

This bitch was steady running around talking that shit