[Verse 1: CP97]

O.g bong killa i ain't got much to say

Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray

Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze

Stay stoney two devils my shoulders

Ain't lonely i hate all the moaning

Fat thimble i'm zoning if only the bro would text back

This shit a trap

Whenever i stop all i do is relapse

Straight facts motherfucker what you know?

See me mong as fuck moving very slow

Knifes on the stove

Beug stained on my clothes hoe spilled it

Straight then i distilled it

Thinking you critic but roll in a civic

The lorry on limit (Delorean limit?)

No time for the gimmicks addicted admit it so what?

Have a rough cone then the stems probably blocked

Pull up the road then we see a cop stop

Put the dope in my socks ain't about to do time

Lucky we ain't done the lines

Got away with a fine coz the cop was a good cunt

Should hunt for the green i got no more left

Smoking till death coz of all of the stress

If you have a mull pad then expect all the mess

When we mong its unkept

I avoid the drug test at all costs

Ain't fucking with me thats your loss

[Verse 2: $crim]

$licky ridin' on that chrome

Poppin' methadone

20 bitches in my home

Fuck a drug free zone

Stuntin' in the parking lot

Flexin' on these hoes

Got my Nikes out the window

Blowin' on a couple O's

Baby bottles by the thousand

Goons in public housing

Knuckin' and buckin'

I'm cockin' and poppin'

Bodies stay droppin'

And bullets keep shottin'

Got a bag with the dope

Gone up in my veins

$uicide out they mind

Don't make me make a stain hoe

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]

Bullhorns on my fucking forehead

Lil bitch call me Mutt 'cause I'm half foreign

Beat you to a pulp like a fucking orange

Smoking on sour like a fucking warhead

Hoes wanna talk

Bitch I ignore them

Water in my cup bitch I'm always pourin'

Pill slide down my throat

Now I'm fucking snorin'

Meet me in your city bitch i'm fucking tourin'

Bullhorns on my head like a fucking Taurus

Smoking too much pine smoke the fucking forest

Smoking too much pine there goes my fucking fortune

Ice on my wrist lookin' fucking gorgeous

From slicin' the slit

Yeah I'm fucking morbid

Pockets never fat

Don't need a corset

Hole in my head call a fucking florist

Sing me a hymn like a fucking chorus