[Intro]
Shit (shit) (shit)
Shit (shit)

[Verse]
I got this new bitch from the burbs, but her whip game proper
Mother get green xans coming straight from the doctor
The perfect combination, even had em' in her locker
Selling blow for blow like I'm Malcolm on boxes
Yeah I been wildin', get used to my dial tone
And them trees skylin', get my fuckin' [?] on
Die alone, threat me, face shots smokin' your pound home
Been hit the home run, can't catch me with them ground balls
Undertaker, last outlaw
Eyes rolled behind my head, like I'm off this molly water
I could fight wit' Harry Potter off this Molly golly
I could fight wit' Harry Potter off this Molly golly

[Outro]
And we
Still staining
And we all still gangin'
N***as still tucking chains man
And we ain't even on that
I'm just coolin with the hoes
I'm just smoking with my bros
Aye, aye lately on the road