[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$]
Now Ion really give a fuck if you fuck with me
I brought the drugs so she in love with me
Sippin' mudd fuck a can of beer
Middle of the room shine like a chandelier
Gucci on my dick
Gucci on my feet
Gucci for my bitch
Gucci for my freak
Pull up in a Rover
Skurt off in a Benz
I don't need a bitch
Motherfuck a friend
Fuck the government and fuck a cop too
I'm on your block
I'm in your top two
If I ain't hit it then I made her sweat
Diamonds on my neck
Then I got her wet
Aye, I ain't no rookie
I'm a veteran
Gotta taste that pussy fore I settle in
And like a junkie, got her firendin
What's life about?
Yeah, what's the meaning?

[Hook: Wavy Jone$ (x2)]
Ion really know
What you wanna know?
Ion really know
What you wanna know?
Ion really know
What you wanna know?
Bitch we on a roll
Count a hundred slow

[Verse 2: Slug Christ]
Big slugga ridin down the interstate (okay)
Aye, meet me back, cunt, so I can fornicate (okay)
Aye, yeah
Too much shit to contemplate (okay, okay, okay)
I wonder how I'm gonna die today (okay, okay)
All them racks went up my nose (yeah)
I'm feeling so imbalanced shit you already know
Push [?]
Free dexter why the fuck he have to go
Catch me at the store, man
Meet me at the Texaco
Laying around the floor, man, I can't feel it anymore
I can't take it anymore, I'm running out of options
Telling me you're fucking broke
Well why is that my problem?
Sleeping in a coffin
Hit up the street doctor
Like "Mr. Dopeman, what you got for depression?"
I'm hurting and I'm hoping that when tomorrow comes it'll bring the apocalypse