N***a in a 2 door, ridin' through imperial
I'm headed to the Walmart
I had go buy me some styrofoam cups 'cause the liquor store ain't havin' no mo'
Joey Trap, New York n***a in the west coast wit' a lil' shawty smokin' new ports
Shout out [?]
I see why they hate me it's [?]
So I count my strips when I get bored
King of this shit like Goliath, stupid
Droppin' my top, I can't find where the roof is
Lil' bitty bitch she so fine, she don't do shit
She 'bouta work for them blue strips, blue strips
She 'bouta work for them blue strips, aye
She 'bouta work for them blue strips , blue strips
She 'bouta work for them, aye
She 'bouta work for them blue strips, lil' bitch talkin' shit she get like 2 kicks
I got options n***a ion choose a hoe, I'm so poppin' I can make her do the bro
The feds watchin', peep the way I whip it though
She gon' swallow kids, so they ain't no adoption
All my n***as like my jeans, yeah they robbin'
True Religion, matching around floorin'
I run the packings on it, we score it
Call my n***as if you ever need a loud pack
I could turn a penny to a thousand, if you doubt that
I got options, I'm so poppin'
The shit that's in my wood green goblin
I got blue strip, blue strip, blue strip
She fall in love I'm not cupid, cupid
I cannot fuck if she stupid, stupid
She finna work for them blue strips, yeah
She finna work for them blue strips, yeah
She finna work for them blue strips, yeah
She finna work for the, aye