I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talking about
3 in the morning
Getting the gat out the stash spot
Lighting up a fat sweet
Floating on a pound of dough
Fingers on the keys
Like I'm Stevie on the
P-N-O
Niggas want the beef
I'm smoking kale
Awww here we go
A 6 of red in my orange soda
Why I'm moving slow
Every time i fuck these hoes
They never want to let me go
Big and tall baller
Keep the 40 on me
Let it blow
Real cool nigga
Frost on me like an ice box
Syrup in my soda
Pints sealed and it's all wok
Yellowstone side
Tell em meet me at the drug spot
Hit the stash for the fire
then I'm turning on the bulb lights
South side bound
Hook a right I'm on OST
Leaning while im sitting
Got me slurring like I'm ESG
Diamonds in my mouth
Make them bitches go like
Woe is me
Looking in the mirror off them shrooms
I'm like whoa it's me
When I pass by
All the hoes be like who is he
Shawties come running
Say they love the way I do my thing
Ask me can I call them
I will never give a bitch a ring
Home run shawty
When I pull up to the Minute Maid
Married to the paper
Keep the purple in my lemonade
Niggas wanna hate
But I'm stunting on em anyway
Getting to the money
Yeah I'm going on a paper chase
McGrady with the shot
Yeah I hit 'em the with the fade way