Ugh, I'm off the X tryna leave a nigga dead
Slime goin' crazy, somethin' wrong in his head
I'm geeked up, nigga, just pourin' red
Get behind the truck and this bitch goin' fast
I got a bloody jean jacket, yeah
Say you want smoke, let's match it, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
This ho wanna see somethin', what's up?
Posted up in that lil' black truck
Bitch wanna pour me up, uh-huh
Hold up, alright, what's up? Alright, bet
Yeah, I'm finna get in that mode
(Boop-boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Just score it
You don't got racks, you fold, ugh
You don't even got no hoes, yeah
Keep on buyin' these clothes
Spent some racks, got my mouth on froze
I got a four-door car full of poles
I was in the cut, BabyChop gon' score
Big-ass sticks, you ain't even gon' blow
Glock 23 wherever I go
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
These niggas not on shit, not nothin'
I was in the kitchen, not bakin' no muffins
Bitch eat it up, had to tell her: Use both hands
Too much racks, can't put it in both hands
Lil' nigga used to look up to the dope man
Now I'm just tryna raise up, gon' score, man
Pick your shit off the motherfuckin' floor, man
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters
Ugh, I'm off the X tryna leave a nigga dead
Slime goin' crazy, somethin' wrong in his head
I'm geeked up, nigga, just pourin' red
Get behind the truck and this bitch goin' fast
I got a bloody jean jacket, yeah
Say you want smoke, let's match it, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
This ho wanna see somethin', what's up?
Posted up in that lil' black truck
Bitch wanna pour me up, uh-huh
Hold up, alright, what's up? Alright, bet
Yeah, I'm finna get in that mode
(Boop-boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Just score it
