[Part I: SMOKING]

[Intro]
HEAL
HEAL

[Verse 1]
Everybody want it all the time, okay?
Please don't hit me, you are not my slime, okay?
Ain’t really with the grime, no way
Taint my vision with my mind, okay
Yes, sir, .11 in my dresser
A stressor could make me less a jester
And make me more a clown, tore it down
That bitch dropped my blunt in my drink
And I'm sure I tore that whore on the sink

[Verse 2]
Yeah, more cunts than a college, more pussy than a vet
Forefront of the knowledge that will lead us to our death
Breath on my neck, just a sec, n***a
Heck wit'cha, wreck figures
You is a success, lick a bet, n***a
Do not fret, grip a TEC
Bigger head, bigger bullets
Chucking lead, I leave him full it
When I pull it, chopping up his bangs I make a mullet
His esophagus is coughing ’cause he talking through his gullet
[Verse 3]
I'm a dark mon, dark mon
I'm a dark mon
Carton with your face on it, race sonic
Darkie had to face chronic 'til he far gone
Big gas like argon
All these mother fuckers suck, they tend to get the art wrong, spark bong
Hit a milky rip, she got silky lips, she a filthy bitch (Twerk, twerk, twerk)
I got nasty raps and I'm blasting caps at you bastard hats (Work, work, work)
Shirt white like dust, and my pipe don't rust
In this life, you should trust that it hurt, hurt
Shirt tan like crust and my pipe won't bust
Think I drank too much, it don't work work
Yeah, shirt yellow like puss, Earnie better not fuss
Or I’ll buss at his cousin named Burt, Burt
Shirt red like lust, no feds, no busting me for my drugs
That work, wor—

[Part II: DRINKING]

[Intro]
(Ahh)
I hear, uh, n***a talkin’
Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shh
Pistol poppin' (Pistol poppin’)
Yeah-uh, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Momma, I been drinking, sorry
Commas dwindling
And I been thinking, hardly (Ahh)
I been getting older
Sleeping on the floor and shit has set in colder

[Verse 1]
Go eat a fungus, bitch
Schedule one, swallow a humongous risk (Yeah)
Tisk, father would be pissed (Pissed)
Fuck you, bitches, I wish you knew what you missed (Missed)
Bliss, I ain't bitching no mo' (No mo')
All these n***as switching, ditching all you mo mos (Mo mos)
Yo’ Glock dick spit at n***as, homo
I shoot bitches, pussy yelling "Oh no" (Oh no)
Slow-mo when I'm walking
N***a wanna run up, I let him and then I rock him, sock 'em
Robot, n***a tryna rob, he got no pot
So, what? Han Solo aiming but he know not
Greedo, shoot him in his speedo
Faggot, bi n***a 'cause I keep a second ratchet (Ratchet)
Bye, n***a, throw the fade but can you catch it? (Catch it?)
High wit'cha but only if you can match it (Match it)
Snatch it if it laying around
Fuck Mrs. **** lay in the ground (Oh)
Your speaker playing my sound
I'm talking at you while I smile like a clown
[Chorus]
Momma, I been drinking, sorry
Commas dwindling
And I been thinking, hardly (Ahh)
I been getting older
Sleeping on the floor and shit has set in colder

[Verse 2]
(Spin) Like a revolver
N***a wanna problem I got it, (Uh) yeah
Walking proper, (Yuh) yeah
Pop a copper, yeah, uh
A slop hopper
I'm only here for the head hoes, yeah
Top dropper, top dropper, top dropper
I'm here to hide from the feds bros