[Intro]

(Ayy, Honcho got the sauce)

[Verse]

Poured all the water out, then I poured the drank in, this is not no VOSS

Boy, you a motherfuckin' worker, you is not no boss

Real zazas from A1, they wonder what it cost

I still remember the first time that I took a loss

I remember when I punched a big nigga and he didn't fall

I remember the first time when I stuck my dick in her jaws

You got that bullshit weed in them packs, I heard you gettin' off

My nigga said he bought a blunt from you and he didn't cough

If I was him, that's the type of shit to have me pissed off

Recordin' live on IG, they watch me shit-talk

Crazy I got thirty-three missed— alright

Crazy that I still have people askin' 'bout my—

Big nigga, you can't treat me like no— alright

Big nigga, you can't treat me like no little dog

4'11", but this Five-seveN don't discriminate height

I'll beat the shit out a nigga, but we not gon' fight

If I was in the slavery days, we would've been like—

If I was in the slavery days, we would've been like KKK would've been killin' whites

All black, okay

Fuck that, white came with all black on

I remember I went and slid with no mask on

Crazy, I seen my nigga soak his dope in some acetone

I'm a Backwood smoker, I hate Al Capones

Weed punched me in my throat, damn, this weed strong

High as hell, probably the reason I ain't pick up my phone

Picked up a bitch just to fuck, ordered an Uber, come take her home

Bitch said I smell good, but it was exotic, it was not cologne

Your line on my phone just pop up, I might act like I'm not at home

I'm the type to ride with my niggas rather right or wrong

This shit comin' off my head, I can't write a song

Get some B-roll, oh, nah

Fuck some B-roll on the camera, I had to tell 'em to fly the drone

Drunk an eight of Tris, noddin' on the E-Way drivin' home

This old lady called me with some drank, now I'm flyin' home

This shit real rap, I don't lie in songs

It's a lot of cap in your raps, what you lyin' for?

If the price reasonable on the drank, I'll buy a four

I smoked too much fuckin' weed, where my lighter go?

My nigga poured the same amount of drank, his look lighter, though

You gotta know how to mix

Damn, I'm mad I quit hustlin', I would've bust some scripts

'Cause these niggas taxin', I can get a bottle

'Cause these niggas taxin', I can get a bottle for twelve dollars and sixty cents

Catch me fiendin' and I want some lean, I'ma—

If I ain't have no drank and you have some, I might drink your shit

Nah, I ain't gon' do that, but I am gon' take a swig

He got shot with a Glock and survived, can he take a SIG?

Let this lil' bitch give me head 'cause she can't take no dick

Probably the reason I ain't got none 'cause she ate the kids

Hah