[Intro]
(DJ Mysticalone beats)
Ayy bruh, call up the weed man, bruh
Call up the kush, man
Yeah man, call that nigga, bruh
Oh, you finna' come through, you finna’ drop off the kush?
Alright, alright
For sure (Brrt)
[Verse]
I just copped some fuckin' dro, finna pull up to the sto' (Skrt)
Dressed in all black, like a muhfuckin' crow
Niggas starin’ at me, mane, what’s the issue, folk?
I’m tryna cop a dutch and smoke with the bros
I don’t got that Glock, same colour as a clit
I cop the dutch pack, then I hop in the whip (Skrt)
Bumpin’ BBSUN and we skrt off quick (Skrt)
Got the window down bitch, Lil Tracy shit (Brrt)
Pull up to the crib, hop out like a pimp (Ayy)
Close the damn do’, damn right I lock the shit
I know these broke niggas out here plottin’ shit
Sell a damn rock nigga, stop robbin' shit
Walk in the crib, niggas already smokin' shit
Nigga match up, nigga let me get a hit
Roll my dutch up, and it's fruity like my bitch
Take three hits, I’m ‘bout high as a cliff
Take another hit, then I pass to my kin (Krrat)
Samsung ringtone, got a text from my bitch (Brrt)
She said, “Lil Tracy what you doin' 'round six?”
Bitch, I’m smoking weed, come through with yo’ friends
She said, “Hell nah, come through by yo' self!”
I hit the damn dutch and I thought to myself
Last time shawty started grabbin’ on my belt
Lil Tracy all up in the box like mail (Woah)
Suck my damn dick, or I can't do shit
If shawty clean put the tongue on the clit
I’m a real nigga, bitch it is what it is
Grab her by the neck, shawty said she like the shit
[Outro]
Oh, woah
Woah
God damn, nigga
Woah
Okay
These hoes is crazy, bro
I'm so serious
Ayy man, I think I'm Lil B, brah
I literally violated the bitch