I say we give out free smoke bitch I'm feelin like Oprah
We riding with drakes boy you better control I mean I'm feeling like drake your bitch
Better control her, she look then she took once she smile boy it's over
Shit you smoking ain't gas I can tell by the odor , why all these bitches want fuck me
Is it cause I got older , it's Ms. get it gone you can tell by my aura
We got that pack in the back I'm something like Dora
Your bitch on my line begging me to explore her
But my bitch on my side I can't help but adore her
We bussing down bricks then distribute in that order
We got bills everywhere might invest in a folder
Fuck my bitch from the back say she like when I fold her
Skrrt off on the lot , hit the block , then I pour up
I can't sip too much green I don't like when I throw up
I don't wanna fuck you can just give your throat up
I'm twisting my fingers mama hate what I throw up
I walk in the building niggas go put they ho up
Don't worry about that stick boy you know it's fasho tucked
I don't want that bitch if I know that my bro fucked.
hold on diesel keep that bitch going I'm finna come back in
Got a Z in her life now she throwing the set up
No use in a vest boy we shoot from the neck up
On her back spread her legs like she went for a check up
When a real nigga speak to you bitch just keep your neck up
It's so many scales you can't tell me to weigh up
She lookin so pretty think she want get her face fucked
I'm talkin naturally pretty she don't need no make up
I'm punching and digging she tell me " bae wait up "
Both hands behind her back got her screaming like