[Intro]

Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man

Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from

Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damn

Check this shit out, though

[Verse 1: Twista]

Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it

But y'all thinking 'cause I be talking shit

Them hoes say that nigga cold as hell

Fuck what the punks are talking 'bout

I want to get up with that big baller bitch

Plus niggas feeling what I'm on as well

Blunts got my mind in the zone

The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pelle's

True to the shine on his bone

Somebody beating up the block on fresh rider rims

If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome

Crying on the phone

Ho thinking I'm in love with her

'Cause she took me shopping and had me trying on cologne

So I left her on the line with the tone

Got up with this other bitch

Brought no weed 'cause she firing up her own

So hurry with the Phillie bitch, I'm really sick

Off of some illy shit

Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split

And fill it with the killer shit so I can really trip

It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips

And MAC 10s, I lit the B from the back end

Straight to the chest and it got me sprung

My lungs started collapsing, shit, nigga, what's happening?

The sess got me tripping off the drums and guns, ready for action

Duck and swing or either up a thang

Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang

Suffer pain, left deranged then you's a bogus muh'fucker, man

Since the B struck a vein, I'm too strange

For muh'fuckers to compete with

I'm on some infra-red heat shit

With a deep clique, what I eat sleep shit

Well, if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick

'Til she's seasick; blocking niggas out like an eclipse

When smoking them devils put your hands together

Like you know the host

'Cause ain't no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist

Leaving niggas comatose from my overdose

[Hook: Twista]

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing

Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees

And snatching fees, now that I'm up in this game

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing

Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees

Niggas rolling me B's just so they can hang

[Verse 2: Twista]

Can you figure out the cause and effect

Niggas coming on your set

Thugs coming out they drawers with a TEC

Victim bleeding from the neck

Shirts is getting wet, shorties yelling threats

Looking for the one who called for the deck

Now they airing out the hall in the spot

Hitting stomachs, leaving niggas pinched up

Bodies balled in a knot

Bullet holes in the wall from a Glock

Searching for the one who called in the shots

Hypes crawling for rocks

Going all in the socks of the recently deceased

From what was released

From the chrome beast to the dome piece

Visions in my mind being increased by inner beef

With some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf

I'm snapping hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chief

Violate him but can't annihilate him

Picking up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep

Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him

Nerves still jumping 'cause adrenaline pumping is a motherfucker

Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers

Murdered by bud-lovers, making sure every one of you ho studs suck us

And I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two Glocks

You would still die or you'll get too hot

'Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop

Hypes is tricking on you

Tell me where he at bitch and you'll get two rocks

'Cause when my tool click you'll pop

Can't this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous

Making musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazareth

Yet disastrous, smoking on halves and hash, fuck if it's cancerous

Bust ass simply because I mastered this

It's hard to breathe, I'm busting like an A-Bomb

'Cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve

It's hard to stay calm thinking about the bitches that I'm finna bone

Hitting my enemies and competition up with lethal blows

That's damaging, flows that's callous and we're leaving

Thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panicking

I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handling

Now it's possible motherfuckers could start vanishing

Fuck the Anacin I be toking plenty and stinking from stress

And flowing over notes; them studs thinking they can get close

I know I got you tripping off the shit

A nigga said off a overdose

[Hook: Twista]

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing

Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees

And snatching fees, now that I'm up in this game

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing

Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees

Niggas rolling me B's just so they can hang

[Verse 3: Twista]

C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties

That's full of bitches where they let me rub titties

Be able to pack a snub with me in case we get in some static

And gotta start leaking blood from stud skinnies

So don't ask if it's the bud in me; because for some reason

I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw

It can't be nickel or soft the way it's choking me

Potency'll have me rocking mics

And giving your bitch dick in the jaw, I'm hooking the law

You're looking in awe, took what you saw

Got the B's, pen and pad out the bottom drawer

Then got to biting and formulating some shit you called your own

But take it to the rehab 'cause you got a flaw

To put it simple you ain't cold enough

Tripping out like you can't control the stuff

Lacking rhythm like you known to bust

In a different zone from us

You niggas need to sit the fuck down

Get a swisher and roll this up

If you think I'm speaking too bold, what's up

I ain't even on no ho shit, plus the mob is so thick

I'm the type of nigga you shouldn't want to get up close to

And take a smoke with

If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick

I be tweaking with speaking, releasing energy to show I know the ropes

'Cause when it comes to this rap shit

Niggas will choke 'til I'm ghost

While I breath reefer smoke from my overdose

Try to put me to the test, give me some Buddha bless

I'll show you who the best

Release the vocal trilogy

[Outro]

Alright, T, god damn slow it up, man

Motherfuckers' done felt you, man, we can go to the next shit

God damn, man, you stopping motherfuckers and shit

Man, I'm trying to get my zone on

Let niggas hear what the fuck I'm doing man

I mean, you done zoned man, let's go to the next cut baby

Man, fuck that shit