[Chorus - F.Y.MOB PIERRE]

I'm smoking on gas, pressure

The bitch on my line she extra

Yea she fine but .. extra

Yeah I fucked the first time I met her

Good d got her crazy I’m tellin ya

Just like a headband I’m ahead of ya

I'm smoking on gas, pressure

The bitch on my line she extra

Yea she fine but .. extra

Yeah I fucked the first time I met her

Good d got her crazy I’m tellin ya

Just like a headband I’m ahead of ya

[VERSE 1 - F.Y.MOB PIERRE]

The shit you just doin I did it

You rap bout the cash but I get it

Feel pressure they fold, niggas tripping

Ain’t bout the cash I won’t listen

The bitch on my line extra

Put dick in her spine, stretched her

Just like a headband I’m ahead of ya

We bout the smoke .. etc

We grinding we chasing them millions

Naw matter fact dawg we chasing them billions

Make you stronger if the shit don’t kill ya

Give a fuck if a nigga don’t feel me

You run up you gon have to kill me

Smokin runtz in a wood no philly

Quit Lean almost fucked my kidneys

Nigga actin stupid cool I got my blicky