(Intro)

*Ad-libs*

Whoa, whooa(10x)

(Verse 1)

Fuck the system, they tried to jam my brudda

We gon go to Panama and shut the whole city down like a snowstorm hit that muhhfucka

I got a bottle in my hand, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing

I got, Fuck I forgot shit the Xany man I can't remember nothing

Peyton Manning, I can play with a concussion

Better duck if you playing with my duckets

My grandma got a 9 in the 380, put the clip in the end like a suffix

I don't see you as a kin or a cousin

Do it once then again like it's nothing

Swerving in the Benz like a drunky

Your bitch look like a monkey

I'm looking for a fuck to give for the flashlight

Tank on E, see that gas light

Nigga, I'm smoking that day-day with a flashlight, that top flight

If the police pull us over, better straighten up and then talk right

But nigga, fuck that

(Hook)

I'm way too throwed to think about it

I might be abusing my limits baby

I'm way too gone to care about it

And now my vision is kinda hazy

(Interlude/Outro)

Whoa whooa(10x)

(Part 2)