(GOONTEX)
Ayy, I´m on that Wock´ shit, that Wock´ shit
Ayy, ayy, uh

How many drugs you gon´ mix? That´s three

How many sluts you miss? That´s none
How many racks you gon´ put in her purse?
How she get lipstick on yo´ gun?
Shit ain´t been the same since you followed that hearse
How you got pain spillin´ from yo´ cup?

Tighten up boy, ayy
You gon´ cut him off, but it ain´t that deep
Get the last word, but shit, that´s me
I was popping Xans´, like twenty a week
Mama just prayin´ I´m somewhere asleep
I ain´t ever had shit before I rap
So, I talk cash shit on these beats
You don´t sell drugs, why you sleep in the trap?
Ridin´, my brothers ´round when I sleep
I don´t trust nobody but that home
EFG, R.I.P. Pop, free Lo

And I´m with a diva, she like T.O
Why I see a demon at one of my shows?
Damn, leave it up to me yo ass´ll be gone
Leave it up to me, I´ll never be wrong
Why she keep peepin´ to see my phone?
Ain´t shit a nut, but drank and Percs´
Never love an addict, but we made it work
Know you did me right when I speak in circles
Never drunk Act´, but I´m chasin´ purple
Spent everything ´cause I´m really rich
Took it to the ´net ´cause he really a bitch
You ain´t got heart, but you proud of me
Drink in the Bentley, like CMG
Now we don´t speak but she in reach
Too much trauma, took three to sleep
You´ll be a ex if you leave it to me, can´t let ´em down ´cause my people with me
And they made a way but it´s deeper than me

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, How many drugs you gon´ mix? That´s three
How many sluts you miss? That´s none
How many racks you gon´ put in her purse?
How she get lipstick on yo´ gun?
Damn, damn
Damn, damn
Ayy, How many drugs you gon´ mix? That´s three
How many sluts you miss? That´s none
How many racks you gon´ put in her purse?
How she get lipstick on yo´ gun? (GOONTEX)
We ain´t been the same since you followed that hearse
How you got pain spillin´ from yo´ cup?
How you got pain spillin´ from yo´ cup?