I think someone at the door, I hear knocking
Maybe that's the bedroom floor, weed I'm stockin'
Baby, come a little closer, it's getting louder
Yakob copped like four fucking ounces
Really like winning, with you got countless encounters
They all got to choose, either gold or the diamonds
Trapping a lot, that's where the hustles done got us
Ten on a weekend, that's where the buses rerouting
I'm never geeking these days, none of this weed keeping up with us
Shawty getting too messy
And it ain't just her hair, I'm seeing a little too much of her
Not that it's possible, a little improbable
Proving for me and the rest of us too
The gang need a reup, we calling up Bulldog and fucking your bitches while smoking on glue
Try and stack, the cheese is tall as me, I wish you luck
Pulling racks, the K's all got extendos, watch you duck
Run a fade, interrogate you, quacking like a duck
Why don't you stay? Quit acting cool like you don't give a fuck
Like, I can't fuck with you, you act like a bitch
You in the front seat, let's switch
Done talking to you, one day make it two
Man, find out I knew you a snitch
Twelve getting shot, make em twitch
Money ten feet tall, we rich
Half of these niggas some pussies, these niggas be bitches, they know they gon' snitch
Hop out the V, back out the trunk, put the 12 gauge on his hip
Baked on the couch, I got the munchies, we watching Morty and Rick
This bitch is a thot, shawty Latina, we fucking she giving me lip
Pull up, I bust off the rip, ootin' niggas like Curry and shit
Well dressed you know that she liking my fit
Cop a P and I'll sell by the zip