I can tell that hoe be lying
I see when she sucking her teeth
Switching hoes, like my clothes
Or the fucking gears in the fucking V
I used to treat 'em like friends
Now they all my enemies
Smoke the opps 'til the end
Like the ash that's up under my seat
I can tell they ain't fucking with you
I can tell that they rocking with me
Send the drop and we blowing your crew
After that we gon' sip on some lean
After that we take turns on your hoe
She like it better when she sucking me
Lately I feel like I'm losing control
But I don't care, cause I'm a fucking fein
Yeah, pour one up
Blowing kush, blowing good 'juana
I'm in the back when she say she want some
Told the hoe she can't be like us
Told the hoe she can't geek like us
Smoke opp, smoke tree like us
9AM and we smoke five blunts
Five blunts
Feel like I'm losing my mental
Feel like I'm losing my
Told that hoe she gotta be gentle
I know she lying
I'm finna pop me an X though
Feel like I'm dying slowly
Hop in that Range and we rolling
I just put nine rounds in the '40
She lookin' at me like I'm stupid
Like she tryna tell me she know me
But a hoe do not own me
Smoking dro, with my brodies
Moving slowly
We ain't moving slowly
(9AM and we smoke five blunts, yeah)