[Intro]

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

Get over here

[Verse 1]

Smoking doinkey packs, all these blunts, I feel conceited

Yeah, I fucked your main thot, she the quickest semen eater

Come our way, the guap your meter

Pour that eighth in this two-liter

Stand up straight, I cannot hear you

Worth some guap, you can't come near

Bitches want to fuck me now

All these lames be oppin' now

Long ass clip, that thirty, pow

Run up on me, knock you down

This foreign car, this foreign thot

Go 'head, bend over, pop that twat

This Rari revvin', top get dropped

If that's your pint, go pop that top

Smokin' Thrax, come run that back

Put that pussy by my lap

This Euro bitch, the fuck she at?

I'm high as fuck, no lookin' back

I see the opp, got thirty mag

Thirty shells, no time to lack

This foreign car go foreign-fast

Foreign bitch off dope or flask

Bounce that ass and stay in place

This money comin' everyday

All this Act, can't feel my face

I'm smokin' dope, I'm feelin' great

Thot 'bout get up off my face

Only tend these Fendi frames

My ego big, my bitch look great

These no-name brands, stay out my face

[Chorus]

Smoked about a half a pound, I think I smoked a bit too much

Poured myself a pint of lean, I think I drank a bit too much

Been ran through a dozen ho's, I think I flexed a bit too much

All designer logo clothes, I know [?] but not enough

Smoked about a half a pound, I think I smoked a bit too much

Poured myself a pint of lean, I think I drank a bit too much

Been ran through a dozen ho's, I think I flexed a bit too much

All designer logo clothes, I know [?] but not enough

[Verse 2]

All these smartphones pagin' me

I'm juggin', blood, don't label me

I'm smashin' ho's, I'm snatchin' yours

Go 'head, pop Xans and bust it low

They didn't like me, want me now

Pullin' up, they all like, "Wow"

Long-ass clip, pronounce it, pow

I'm eatin' now, I'm gainin' pounds

Ski mask on, these all-black tints

My squad gon' fuck then drop that bitch

No time for shit, we gon' get rich

I'm worth some bands, this jugg boy shit

​iPhone boomin', makin' hits

Sneak dissin' gon' get you lit

My bando guarded by some pits

Y'all Twitter lames ain't 'bout this shit

Come correct, don't cross me wrong

Smokin' dope, this foreign strong

Got your thot, she stupid sprung

I'm off six Xans, my words go long

Buzzin' now, I think I'm hot

Spot an opp, smoke him, like, pop

[?] four-fours, bet you won't pop

I know you pussy, boy, don't front

Suck me up, gon' make me bust

This money comin', not enough

Bust it down and double up

This no flex zone, so back on up

Foreign engine revvin' up

This Cali dope, I'm hot as fuck

Lame ass thot, move 'round from us

Extendo clip gon' drop 'em off

[Chorus]

Smoked about a half a pound, I think I smoked a bit too much

Poured myself a pint of lean, I think I drank a bit too much

Been ran through a dozen ho's, I think I flexed a bit too much

All designer logo clothes, I know [?] but not enough

Smoked about a half a pound, I think I smoked a bit too much

Poured myself a pint of lean, I think I drank a bit too much

Been ran through a dozen ho's, I think I flexed a bit too much

All designer logo clothes, I know [?] but not enough