[Intro]

Stuff the kush in my ‘gar

[Chorus 1]

Stuff the kush in my ‘gar

Pink slips to all my cars

Stuff the kush all in my ‘gar

I got pink slips to my cars

Real nigga fuck the fake

Ay, there go the bae

Real nigga fuck the fake

Ay, there go the bae

I got street nigga traits

You can see it in my face

Bad bitch from LA

Quarterback caught a play

[Verse 1]

Pop shit boy

Big body, new kicks boy

KillTech yeah, ride round with two clips boy

Catch a cut dope, fuck round split your wig boy

I’m so geeked up, [?]

We living way above the law

I wasn’t afraid to take you off

Too many haters shake ‘em off

10 on the asphalt

I takeoff like NASA

I’m strong cause I’m doing the most

I think I just blew it on [?]

In the club they saying its last call

I’m the one that they ask for

Poppin’ bottles like a bad boy

Fuck the price up on the tag boy

I hit the club and make it rain, I just heard it’s the last call

We got molly, we got Percocets and Adderall

I pour the dirty I don’t want me no alcohol

[Chorus 2]

Stuff the kush in my ‘gar

Pink slips to all my cars

Stuff the kush all in my ‘gar

I got pink slips to my cars

I’m coming in like a bat outta hell

I gotta flip me them bales

Brand new Louis checkerboard with the square

It make ’95 dope boy apparel

Bad bitch she going kiss, she won’t tell

If she love put her ass in Chanel

Taking trips all the way in the heels

Just how it feel

For real

[Verse 2]

I thought you were trill, ain’t what it seems

I’m off a perc, she off a bean

I gave her the work, I made her a fiend

I’m poppin for something

You dropping the blunt, I’m fucking your bitch

Yeah I’m with her once

Kush look clean

Got the Glock with the beam (yeah, yeah)

Hop out, everything touch screen (yeah, yeah)

Pink slip to the whips

Cartier frames, a grip

My niggas sip when I sip

Got leave a legacy when I dip (when I’m gone)

Couple millions off what I built

I’m on a get money tip

Don’t ask me what I’m on

I’m clutching the Styrofoam

Private flight going to the moon, might be back in the morn’

.45 on me when I cruise, Zone 6 my zoes

[Chorus 3]

Stuff the kush in my ‘gar

Pink slips to all my cars

Stuff the kush all in my ‘gar

I got pink slips to my cars

I’m from the home of the Bravehearts

Can’t come to Zone 6 when it’s dark

We goin’ finish nigga, how we started

We goin’ finish nigga, how we started

[Outro]

Real nigga fuck the fake

Ay, there go the bae

Real nigga fuck the fake

Ay, there go the bae

I got street nigga traits

You can see it in my face

Bad bitch from LA

Quarterback caught a play