Bitch, i'm blowin' blunts, hoe im sippin' green
Pull up in that skirt, like lighting mcqueen
All these niggas dissin', but they don't know me
My young nigga got a 50 round, but he can’t read
All these bitches wanna fuck on somethin'
Pussy niggas, they talkin' bout nothin
Invite me to her crib, i left her cummin' (uhh)
Smokin' on this loud this gary payton (yahh)
I just want a bitch that i can love
Why the opp niggas keep catchin’ slugs
Niggas want the smoke that turn me up
I'm the one, i just want a bitch that i can love
Cause i don't know what you bout’
No, i don't know, i don't know what guns you shot
I bet i know, i bet i know if that's real wock
I told that judge to free my bro, they got him locked (yeah, free mac)
But i don't know, i don't know
She like rjay music, turn me on
I don't condone dissin' in a song
Cause we'll push up to yo’ crib and tap your dome
But if we can't find you we kill your daddy and we kill your brother too
These 10 mil bullets bitches, not no .22
These diamonds playin' with me, they like peek-a-boo