Ginseng where are you?
Keep it up Sharkboy!
[Chorus]
I got pints of the Wock I'm like, what the fuck you need yeah
Fiends, they all on me (yeah)
Feds, they all on me
This that red, it ain't green
Why you sipping clean
Hold on wait a minute I got racks yeah, I got stacks yeah, I got cases yeah
I got too much of codeine
Goddamn I really spilled it on these jeans
Have you ever seen a pint boy?
Have you ever really sipped it?
Seems to me you ain't see shit boy
Stop acting like you did shit goddamn
Yeah, count it up I got like 20s and 50s and hunnids up in rubber bands
Yeah light it up (fah, fah, fah)
Hope it don't jam
Gotta move lil quick in an SRT can't be seen in no cams
Gotta move lil quick in an AMG you hatin' on me you a fan
Hop in a GT3, took a bad bitch in a GLE goddamn
Swear how u gon' hate on me
Got it out of the mud yeah I got it out of the sand
Brand, new bag (yeah)
New bitch, she bad
You're 28 and get no money that shit be so sad!
Real life! You know I don't follow no rules
Bitch don't u know this is ain't school (yeah)
I just be counting these blues (yeah)
I ain't really don't worry 'bout you
Pockets fat, pockets fat
It get fatter by the day
Bitch, she mad?
Bitch, she mad She mad bout all the shit I say
Yeah, I know, I could never be the please a hoe
Yeah, on go, she fuckin' like she Lana Rhodes
Swear I don't care if she got some mileage
As long as she silent, along as she solid, she solid
[Bridge]
Wake up and go get a bag today, man she wanna fuck on my face (yeah)
I ain't never running from the jakes
We ride, ride, ride, ride, ride with a K (yeah)
Free the boyz that did the race (yeah)
Pimp Z, Tay-K (yeah)
Yeah u smoking shit, shit laced (yeah)
Yeah we smoking packs 'errday
What you need?
What you need?
[Chorus]
I got pints of the Wock I'm like, what the fuck you need yeah
Fiends, they all on me (yeah)
Feds, they all on me
This that red, it ain't green
Why you sipping clean
Hold on wait a minute I got racks yeah, I got stacks yeah, I got cases yeah
I got too much of codeine
Goddamn I really spilled it on these jeans
Have you ever seen a pint boy?
Have you ever really sipped it?
Seems to me you ain't see shit boy
Stop acting like you did shit goddamn
Yeah, count it up I got like 20s and 50s and hunnids up in rubber bands
Yeah light it up (fah, fah, fah)
Hope it don't jam
Gotta move lil quick in an SRT can't be seen in no cams
Gotta move lil quick in an AMG you hatin' on me you a fan
Hop in a GT3, took a bad bitch in a GLE goddamn
Swear how u gon' hate on me
Got it out of the mud yeah I got it out of the sand
Brand, new bag (yeah)
New bitch, she bad
You're 28 and get no money that shit be so sad!
Real life! You know I don't follow no rules
Bitch don't u know this is ain't school (yeah)
I just be counting these blues (yeah)
I ain't really don't worry 'bout you
Pockets fat, pockets fat
It get fatter by the day
Bitch, she mad?
Bitch, she mad She mad bout all the shit I say
Yeah, I know, I could never be the please a hoe
Yeah, on go, she fuckin' like she Lana Rhodes
Swear I don't care if she got some mileage
As long as she silent, along as she solid, she solid