I was wonderin' if we could smoke
Roll it up' up, mix that shit with some dope
Skrape the pot, put that shit on my coat
Gotta ride wit that Glock, niggas wanna take my soul
See my partner, dead body, why you had to go
I been sippin' on activist, I'm tryna cope
And that shit not so bad, but that Glock on my tote
Bitch, I believe in reap what you sow
Slide with that chopper, girl, I'm tryna strike
Told that pussy boy go get you a gun, we don't fight
If you out in that day, just be home by the night
I been mixin' this drugs, I been high as a kite
Hold up, let me see my dog a kite
My behavior mindless, it ain't Mrs. Right
Told 'em load up that box, cause we finna go strike
I was locked in the cell, nigga, I'm finna sike
I'm finna spazz on this ho, smokin' out a blunt
Grabbin' on her throat, gotta keep a pole, can't go like a ho
Why you keep on talkin', pussy, you a ho
Sliddin' with that chopper, loaded boxes, we finna spin
And I ain't 5ive, but I stay with the gen
That hoe ain't mine, told her, she ain't my kin
Thru the grapevine, fine, finna spark up again
After they told my kin, I ain't know how the fuck I'd feel
I ain't know that good love was real
Shit get crazy when I pop me a pill
Can't be mad, it is what it is
Play wit my family, we hop out the sprint
Teach lil bro how to work his gen
If I'm with you, I don't care about them
I can't help it, my love in my mind, goin' insane
It's like love is a drug
I'll be lovin' your sin when we kissin' and fuck
I might say stuff I don't mean when it's stuff in my cup
I was wonderin' if we could smoke
Roll it up' up, mix that shit with some dope
Skrape the pot, put that shit on my coat
Gotta ride wit that Glock, niggas wanna take my soul
See my partner, dead body, why you had to go
I been sippin' on activist, I'm tryna cope
And that shit not so bad, but that Glock on my tote
Bitch, I believe in reap what you sow
Slide with that chopper, girl, I'm tryna strike
Told that pussy boy go get you a gun, we don't fight
If you out in that day, just be home by the night
I been mixin' this drugs, I been high as a kite
Hold up, let me see my dog a kite
My behavior mindless, it ain't Mrs. Right
Told 'em load up that box, cause we finna go strike
I was locked in the cell, nigga, I'm finna sike