[Verse 1]
Bitch I do not need advice
I'm living life, do what I like
I swear that all these hoes is trife
Let me smoke my blunts all night
I'm fucked up and get sucked up
In the backseat of a golf cart
Still rolling blunts 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'ma spark 'em up in Wal-Mart
I'm copping me some mac' and cheese
I whip it up, then pour the lean
Mac' and lean homemade by me
I eat so good, I go to sleep

[Chorus]
Don't touch my drugs
Silly fiend 'cause I'ma fuck you up
Don't touch my drugs
Silly fiend 'cause I'ma fuck you up

[Verse 2]
My bitch, she looks like buttercup
With longer hair and bigger butt
Think she beautiful as fuck
But she still think she ain't enough
That’s love if you asking me
These SoundCloud rappers' trash, my G'
Thinking they surpassing me
But I keep getting faster G'
[Chorus]
Don't touch my drugs
Fucking fiend 'cause I'ma fuck you up
You weak as fuck, you ain't dope enough
I’ll throw my fist 'til it's bloody stuff
Don't touch my drugs
Fucking fiend 'cause I'ma fuck you up
You weak as fuck, you ain't dope enough
I’ll throw my fist 'til it's bloody stuff