[verse 1:]

When I got to the spot it wasn't even crowded

Made a few phone calls now we all bout it, bout it

Wit it, wit it, hella fitted, punk rock better quite it

Got one pill left and she askin me to split it

I aint wit it, where I'm goin?

Bitch Why?

Have you ever had X O in your eye?

Bitch why, die, choke on suffa

My niggas in da back trynna smoke on suffa

Fa sho gone stuff a, dub in da wood

Now it's me, MD, PSD and Shoog

I'm feelin' good, UGH, got a hoe on jock

I think she on puss to, maybe not

Baby cock, nineteen, wit her own spot

and a day wit Dre, I'll have her on robot

It don't stop, I'm a mack and I'm proud, I go wild get hyphy, get loud



[verse 2:]

It was me, Hedi, and Black Jesus

Goin 2 da store to bring back the juice

So we can get to pillin it, feelin it man

Giggin hella hard and start killin it man

We ill in da van, Chevy 20s

Fat backwood, never skinny

Icon Nikes on my feet

and I come hyphy on my beats

She wear cleats cuz shes in da game

an All-Star legend in da Jaw of Fame

If its all da same, I think I'll pass

She gots lots of ass but, no cash

and I needs cash like a car needs gas,

if you dont got it, get far, quick, fast

Ima star wit class, Big Famous, Thizzlamic

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