[Intro]
Mystical one beats
Aye, yuh, call up the weed man bruh
Call up the kush man
Yeah man, call up, make it burn
Oh you finna come through?
You finna drive off the kush?
Alright
Alright
Watch out
(Brrr)
(Brrr, brrr)

[Verse]
I just copped some fucking dro
Finna pull up to the sto' (Skrt)
Dressed in all black like a motherfucking crow
N***as staring at me man, what's the issue fo'? (Huh)
I'm tryna cop a dutch and smoke with the bros
I don't got that Glock same color as a clip
I copped a dutch pack then I hopped in the whip
Bumpin' baby son, and we skrt off quick (Skrt)
Got the window down, bitch, Lil Tracy shit (Brr)
Pulled up to the crib, hop out like a pimp
Close the damn door, damn right I lock that shit
I know these grump n***as out here plottin' shit
Sell a damn rock, n***a stop robbing shit
Walk in the crib, n***as I be smokin' shit
N***a match up, n***a let me get a hit
Roll my dutch up, and it's pretty like my bitch
Take three hits, I'm 'bout high as a clip
Take another hit, then I pass to my kin
Sounds some ringtone, got a text from my bitch
She said: "Lil Tracy, what you doin' 'round six?"
Bitch I'm smokin' weed, come through with your friends
She said: "Hell nah, come through by yourself"
I hit the damn dutch, then I thought to myself
Last time shawty started grabbin' on my belt (Woah)
Lil Tracy all up in the box like meal
Suck my damn dick, or I can't do shit
If shawty clean, put the tongue on the clit
I'm a real n***a, bitch it is what it is
Grab her by the neck, shawty said she like this shit

[Outro]
(Oh, woah)
(Woah)
Damn n***a, woah
Ok, these hoes, crazy bro
So is his
Aye man, better let her beat up
I literally violated the bitch