[Chorus: Pressa]

I'm smokin' deadmihana, this super gas hit me

And shit get weird, hippie

All I see, red, trippy

You know we slatt, silly

More snakey than Mississippi

You know we slatt, silly

More snakey than Mississippi

More snakey than Mississippi

And we get lit, litty

Destroy the whole city

Headshot, lil' buck 50

You know I'm big crodie

Trap house, love pimpin', homie

Feds turn the topic on me

Houdini and Armani

[Verse 1: Houdini]

Oh, how could I lack in the party?

You know the clip full of zombies, uh

And that little bitch off a molly

I had her bendin', pilates, oh

[?] cost me

Just to go take a lil' nigga out

I been flippin' dope in the morning

I'm never sayin', "I'm sorry", no

All of this guap I'm makin'

I gotta buy me a Rollie

That nigga mad, he hatin'

Probably 'cause I'm with Armani

[?] Tim Neat, they both got some bodies

We in the lab, we're playin' with keys

Makin' that money's a hobby

Oh, we in the field or playin' with feelings

This shit makin' lil' niggas runnin'

Oh, we out of town livin' with a fiend

Makin' five bands off a hundred

[?] to come fuck with me

Seein' the life, and she love it, oh

And he ain't slatt, he ain't sleez

He ain't wipin' nothin', no

[Chorus: Pressa]

I'm smokin' deadmihana, this super gas hit me

And shit get weird, hippie

All I see, red, trippy

You know we slatt, silly

More snakey than Mississippi

You know we slatt, silly

More snakey than Mississippi

More snakey than Mississippi

And we get lit, litty

Destroy the whole city

Headshot, lil' buck 50

You know I'm big crodie

Trap house, love pimpin', homie

Feds turn the topic on me

Houdini and Armani

[Verse 2: Bundog]

Destroy the whole city

That titty hold a fifty

I hit him with that 22 for my crodie, Filthy

This ain't no deuce-deuce, this is that big glizzy

Perk that GG on my lap, we don't condone the [?]

[?] is hollow

[?]

In the backseat of the Honda with my nigga, Lotto

Nigga, we been slatt, nigga, I'm big Wlatt

Type to kill his own homie after I bring him back

Hit [?] off with Dizzy

All I see red, trippy

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no sauce when I say, "Blood is drippy"

You know Press, that's crodie

Get your face [?]

Do a drill in Momma's whip if we don't get that stollie

[Chorus: Pressa]

I'm smokin' deadmihana, this super gas hit me

And shit get weird, hippie

All I see, red, trippy

You know we slatt, silly

More snakey than Mississippi

You know we slatt, silly

More snakey than Mississippi

More snakey than Mississippi

And we get lit, litty

Destroy the whole city

Headshot, lil' buck 50

You know I'm big crodie

Trap house, love pimpin', homie

Feds turn the topic on me

Houdini and Armani