[Verse 1]

I smoke a pink Runt

Pull of in a foreign coupe, it just go vroom vroom

It sound like sticks shooting

Lil bro grrt and turn taliban

She neck me on my way to see the cash out, man

It's the cash-out man, he is an African

I stomp in H. Lorenzo, I got racks in my bag, yeah

Nigga front, I turn his block to Pakistan, yeah

Feel some type of way and start wig-tapping shit, yeah

Come outside, start aiming for they durag, bitch

[?] to they lil Punjabi

Yeah, he going out sad, why did he cuff that freak?

More niggas been on her than the patty wagon seats

Glock 40 masturbate, yeah, Army Fatigue

On my block, we got beans and dog food for the cheap, yeah

[Hook]

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, the fiends love to sniff

Go against gang, get shot, we dump the fifths

F&N in thе corner, it's on punishment

Purple wock in thе pineapple Sunkist

[Verse 2]

We gon make them zip you up like some Balmains

Lil nigga toting tourist, he ain't Glock gang

Ho playing with her nose, she a snow angel

Young nigga bankroll in the Palm Angels

[Hook]

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, the fiends love to sniff

Go against gang, get shot, we dump the fifths

F&N in the corner, it's on punishment

Purple wock in the pineapple Sunkist

[Outro]

Purple wock in the pineapple Sunkist (Ooh)

Purple wock in the pineapple Sunkist

Purple wock in the pineapple Sunkist