Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach Call up pimpin´ for the plug, I know just where to go (nigga, where you at?)
Give a fuck about no hater and I´m all about my paper Hit my nigga Gucci up, I´m ´bout to slide right through Decatur (skrrt) We at Liv on a Sunday, then hit Magic City Monday (lit) And this ain´t no #BowWowChallenge, got the jet on the runway And my niggas get it back (woah) you don´t want no action (no) Off-White sneakers (woo), Michael Jackson jacket So many stones in the watch, don´t know what time it is And my bitch is steady trippin´, got no time for the shit So many bands in the safe, look like I robbed the bitch (stick it up) Baby daddy trippin´, askin´, "What the problem is?"
Got two twin sisters, make ´em lip-lock (mwah) Two twin Glocks, they go click-clock Half a pound of Jumanji in a Ziploc (kush) I got the Rover smoked up, that´s a hotbox (woo)
She like, "Nigga, is you high?" Bitch, yeah Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah And we ain´t fuckin´ with that fake shit, yeah I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah
You don´t need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah) Fuck two bitches at a time, boy, that´s overkill (yeah) 50 million dollar contract, that´s a Hova deal (yeah) I got the baby face, hoes love the sex appeal Can barely hear the bitch speak ´cause my dick in her throat (woo)
Say she turn into a freak if I give her some coke (woo) Snort a whole fuckin´ mountain, bitch gone off the dope Put that bitch in an Uber, I just fuck ´em and go
She like, "Nigga, is you high?" Bitch, yeah Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah And we ain´t fuckin´ with that fake shit, yeah I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach (yeah) Call up pimpin´ for the plug, I know just where to go (my nigga) Give a fuck about no hater and I´m all about my paper (yeah) Hit my nigga Gucci up, I´m ´bout to slide right through Decatur (woo)