[Verse: Ricky]
Bitch I leave out fast
Half P's in the dash
All this shit is in the glove box
Wanna get high? why the fuck not
Ride around the town I slur
7:30 bitch I’m raw its my word
[?] I scrape the curb
All my hoes rock furs sniff birds
Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Really didn’t mean to show up late to the party
Brought a lotta really good drugs to the party
All the bitches with me they is on already
Eyes all heavy, lean but I'm steady
If I die today would you forget me?
Hil don't have a penny
Hil don't got mercy
I smoke weed and oxy
You heard me

[Chorus: Ricky]
Met this bitch I was lost for words
Bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah
Told her, lemme taste you first (first)
Lemme, lemme taste you first (first)
I'm ripping it, my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday
I'm hoping that my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday, Rick
[Verse 2: Bonic]
Bitch, Bitch
I’m paying nada for the motherfucking box
I love haters on my motherfucking socks
Hid that work by the motherfucking docks
Ride dirty fuck the motherfuck the cops, uh
Light that L tho, I’m on tho
I got some muscle with me like a motherfucking elbow
This rap shit touch your kids no Elmo
These tough guys be the hoes of the jail tho
Fuck 'em all my hoes being etiquette, class
Gut ’em hoes hoes around me never get gas
Cause um, I don't play that shit
And them hoes stay in line, I lay that dick
Aye bitches Nostra
Nuts on her chin she [?]
Say she eating up because she posting
Bit like [?], bit like melena
So I screw her and I eat her
Like a skewer at katana, drama

[Chorus]
Met this bitch I was lost for words
Bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah
Told her, lemme taste you first (first)
Lemme, lemme taste you first (first)
I'm ripping it, my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday
I’m hoping that my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday, Rick
[Verse 3: Ricky]
Paying 4 for the motherfucking pump
My young bitch she'll get it outta town
CT hoe, I hold that I crown
Motherfucker I'm the rawest around
Cut the tinfoil, and make the pill boil
Smoke the oxy in a straight line
In 2 hours ima go do 9
My young bitch is crying, but I feel fine
Me and her do this all the time
You ain't got a fucking high like mine (x2)
Soldier, from the Nostra
Hands on the wheel death gets closer
Uh, blood is all over
I think I'm finding closure

[Chorus]