Ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip
N***a too icy, I pull up in layers
Don't need a plate, I'm still gonna' slay her
Mind on the bread but I'm not a baker
Need to teach school with the way that I get paper
I don't fuck with 12, don't fuck with no rules
I do fuck with guns, so hand me that Ruger
Pass me the gas, I'm finna' get higher
Don't need a test, I know she a liar
N***as dumb…