[Verse: DRODi]
I call my boy BeatOn, tell him put a beat on
My ice [?] cold, then a can full of [?]
You talkin' bout you pissed off, get you a p-owned
This weed is from Cali in this car you repeat on
I be shining like some Neon
A hating ass bitch may not [?] wanna be one
Everytime they hear me talk, they like, damn, where is he from?
Bitch I'm from Texas, Beamer not a Lexus
I'm in that old school banging gears, driving reckless
I gave your bitch my number, now she won't stop texting
Twenty-thousand dollars for a iced-out necklace
Smoking on that killa, pocket full of scrilla
I only smoke the high note, I don't smoke the middle
I got more zippers than a jacket off of [?]
Big boss man, what I see inside the mirror
I never see my haters at the bank or at the dealer