[Verse 1]

Oh chilling off in the back

Man I'm so gone

I'm putting hoes in the Ozone

The green on me is so strong

I'm thinking bout that lac

That I wanna put vogues on

She keep telling me, You too on

But they sleep on me like a futon

The doc told me I'm sick

At birth they doubted me

But it made sense, just a little bit

Cause every track I touch get spewed on

These dollars don't make sense

That shit ain't real nigga

If you out here chasing cheese boy

You looking like a sin

Ho, I guess that's just my view

Most think I'm a nutcase

But rolling round, on my 24s

I see what you had on your lunch datе

I punch fate in the mouth

Or maybe it's flippеd around

It's funny how things shift around

Like the first time I ever touched a pound

I ain't never gone slow down

Built for this nigga

My bearing super slick nigga

My dick bigger

Your shit just can't compare (uh)

The supernatural bastard child

Bringing that bastard style

Your boys start acting wild

While your girl gone have to say a prayer

[Chorus]

Keep your pistol, fuck a fight

Pimp C taught me that

Niggas they hate, ridin on twenty west

Gon' and cop a sac

Nigga I'm faded, catch me on ecstasy shit

I can't fuck with that

Nigga I'm straight,I can't wait to tell these spoon boy and then weak hoes that I made it