[Intro]

(Damn, JakeSand)

(Flea is the winner)

[Verse]

It's a one of red in this twenty-ounce Minute Maid

I got tired of drinkin' pop, I grabbed a lemonade

Fiend called, I ain't had no dope, I almost missed the drank

Crazy, what they want for a line I used to pay for eights

My mama cussed me out, she was talkin', I nodded away

The police pull me over, I'm legit, I'm drivin' away

Bad bitch asked me if I single, I'm lyin' today

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, don't try me today

If the right person say somеthin', they dyin' today

Seen they had a chop smaller than mе, I'm buyin' the Drac'

Fuck around and— man, I can't even say

Too much shit be on my mind, I can't even think

It always be the niggas with no money got somethin' to say

Pink Runtz so strong, I had to smoke a whole blunt to the face

What be on my mind when I wake up, I got money to make

If I ain't got it, put the mask on, I'm willing to take it

Glock 26, this bitch compact, point it right in your face

Knocked on the door, walk right in, take me right to the safe

If a nigga say he got a problem, his family ain't safe

Put seventy-five in the chop and I'm lettin' it spray

I be cautious with the way I move, fuck catchin' a case

Straight drop in the fiends' pipe, they lovin' the taste

Niggas and bitches pocket-watchin', I'm lovin' the hate

If the feds come and pick me up, I ain't got nothin' to say

Find a way to make a hundred, dump and reload

Dump and reload, dump and reload

Put a hundred on the chop, dump and reload

Dump and reload, dump and reload