[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Frrat, frrat, frrat)

[Chorus]
She giving hella medooly
I went dead at the domey
I would've took on dates, but I'm not that pressed for the booty
N***a, I'm not that pressed for the— (Uh)
N***a, I'm not that pressed for the crackheads
I like 'em best when they curvy and average
Why does the best hoes come with baggage?
Why does the best hoes— (Uh, bleh)
I need a Backwood blunt

[Verse]
N***a, don't ask for the blunt (What?)
Now, I don't pass the blunt
Ayy, I got ash in my shirt, huh
'Cause I want ash to blunt
Ayy, yeah, we hashtag homies
Yeah, uh, post that bitch, I lost my mind
Like I drive, it's dots and lines
Bitch knocked off my P's and Q's
It's crazy 'cause she not as fine (Damn), damn (Damn), damn, (Damn)

[Chorus]
She giving hella medooly
I went dead at the domey
I would've took on dates, but I'm not that pressed for the booty
N***a, I'm not that pressed for the— (Uh)
N***a, I'm not that pressed for the crackheads
I like 'em best when they curvy and average
Why does the best hoes come with baggage?
Why does the best hoes— (Uh)
I need a Backwood blunt