[Intro]
What I'm doin' here is measuring the purity
Pure coke, uh, it melts away at about a hundred and eighty-five, hundred ninety degrees
Cutting agents, they melt away at, uh, 'bout a hundred
And quality product? (Meech)
Well, that, that's, uh, melting around a hundred and forty
Hundred and thirty, good
A hundred and forty, yes
A hundred and fifty
**** me running, a hundred and sixty?
Jesus Christ, a hundred and seventy, hundred and eighty
Hundred, hundred and eighty-seven
Where did you get this stuff?

[Chorus: Damedot]
I'm out in Cali, top down with my dreads blowin'
How to make a quick million bucks, got my hеad goin' (Woo)
I need some fent' strong enough to put a twеlve on it (Rrr)
If these n***as not talkin', how the feds know it? (How they know?)
Two hundred on the Cali king, got the bed covered
Got 'Sace sheets on my shit, spillin' red on it, ho (Spillin' red on it)
RGS the mob, I'm the head of it (RGS)
If I point a finger at a n***a, get his head busted

[Verse 1: Damedot]
Thick-ass bitch ridin' dick in some leg warmers (Thick bitch, thick bitch)
I just drunk so much lean, got my head hurtin'
There eatin' Percs, I got a fucked-up leg muscle (Damn)
Lil' bitch ate the whole dick, she a headhunter (Mwah)
I had on Amiri when you found out 'bout H&M (Yeah)
Wonder if they gon' let me get a thirty out this ATM (Racks)
Left out the club, ten, twenty, thirty blicks (Blicks)
Got to the car, it's 'bout ten, twenty, thirty sticks (Woo)
Clean-ass yopper with a dirty clip, hmm (Yeah)
Lil' dog was too broke to beef, so I hit his bitch (He ain't got no pape')
Mines got a head full of hair and she super thick (Mwah)
Counted up a dub on the toilet when I took a shit (Them rackades)
We ain't wanna rob him, but we took his shit (Give me that shit)
I just seen codeine for days when I took a piss (Drank)
I think a n***a hate my guts 'cause I took his bitch (Aww)
You ain't gon' get it like me 'cause I took a risk
[Chorus: Damedot]
I'm out in Cali, top down with my dreads blowin'
How to make a quick million bucks, got my head goin' (Got my head goin')
I need some fent' strong enough to put a twelve on it
If these n***as not talkin', how the feds know it? (Shh)
Two hundred on the Cali king, got the bed covered (Yeah)
Got 'Sace sheets on my shit, spillin' red on it, ho (Ho)
RGS the mob, I'm the head of it (The Mafia)
If I point a finger at a n***a, get his head busted

[Verse 2: Kitchen Qleen]
I wonder if Heaven got a kitchen and a stove in it
Store for Amiris, fast cars and some hoes in it
Frail n***as jumpin' in the game, ain't got no business
I'ma be straight long as this blender got some blow in it
That pop ain't dirty if it ain't got about four or more in it
Real FG business, don't put your nose in it
VLONE on my back, but your ho on my dick (On my dick)
Some more shit in, n***a, ain't this 'bout a bitch? (Ain't this 'bout a bitch?)
A n***a wanna talk, hope it ain't about a bitch (Uh-uh)
I don't even wanna talk if it ain't about a ****
I don't even wanna sip it if it ain't about a six (I don't do that)
I be stressed out, drank the only thing curing me (Only thing)
She say it's gon' make it there and back, she assuring me (She assuring me)
It's a lot of shit to be done, I need more of me
Ironically, my dog finna hit me with this purity (Pure dog)
My n***as walk around iced up, no security
Kitchen
[Chorus: Damedot]
I'm out in Cali, top down with my dreads blowin'
How to make a quick million bucks, got my head goin' (Got my head goin')
I need some fent' strong enough to put a twelve on it
If these n***as not talkin', how the feds know it? (Shh)
Two hundred on the Cali king, got the bed covered (Yeah)
Got 'Sace sheets on my shit, spillin' red on it, ho (Ho)
RGS the mob, I'm the head of it (The Mafia)
If I point a finger at a n***a, get his head busted (Drrt, Meech)

[Outro]
Uh, what am I supposed to do with all this?
Sell it
Jesus Christ, I don't see you in two years and you show up at my fucking door with a hundred and ten pounds of blow?