[Part I: SMOKING]

[Intro]
HEAL
HEAL

[Verse 1]
Everybody want it all the time, okay?
Please don't hit me, you are not my slime, okay?
Ain’t really with the grime, no way
Taint my vision with my mind, okay
Yes, sir, .11 in my dresser
A stressor could make me less a jester
And make me more a clown, tore it down
That bitch dropped my blunt in my drink
And I'm sure I tore that whore on the sink

[Verse 2]
Yeah, more cunts than a college, more pussy than a vet
Forefront of the knowledge that will lead us to our death
Breath on my neck, just a sec, n***a
Heck wit'cha, wreck figures
You is a success, lick a bet, n***a
Do not fret, grip a TEC
Bigger head, bigger bullets
Chucking lead, I leave him full it
When I pull it, chopping up his bangs I make a mullet
His esophagus is coughing ’cause he talking through his gullet
[Verse 3]
I'm a dark mon
Dark mon
I'm a dark mon
Carton with your face on it
Race sonic
Darkie had to face chronic
'Til he far gone
Big gas like argon
All these mother fuckers suck
They tend to get the art wrong
Spark bong
Hit a milky rip
She got silky lips
She a filthy bitch
Twerk, twerk, twerk
I got nasty raps
And I'm blasting caps
At you bastard hats
Work, work, work
Shirt white like dust
And my pipe don't rust
In this life, you should trust
That it hurt, hurt
Shirt tan like crust
And my pipe won't bust
Think I drank too much
It don't work work
Yeah, shirt yellow like puss
Earnie better not fuss
Or I’ll buss at his cousin named
Burt, Burt
Shirt red like lust
No feds, no busting
Me for my drugs
That work, wor—
[Part II: DRINKING]

[Intro]
Ahhhhhhh
I hear
Uh, n***a talkin’
Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shh
Pistol poppin' (Pistol poppin’)
Yeah-uh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Momma, I been drinking, sorry
Commas dwindling
And I been thinking, hardly
Ah
I been getting older
Sleeping on the floor and shit has set in colder

[Verse 1]
Go
Eat a fungus, bitch
Schedule 1, swallow a humongous risk (Yeah)
Tisk
Father would be pissed (Pissed)
Fuck you, bitches, I wish you knew what you missed (Missed)
Bliss
I ain't bitching no mo' (No mo')
All these n***as switching
Ditching all you mo mos (Mo mos)
Yo’ Glock dick spit at n***as
Homo
I shoot bitches
Pussy yelling, "Oh no" (Oh no)
Slow-mo
When I'm walking
N***a wanna run up, I let him
And then I rock him, sock 'em
Robot
N***a tryna rob, he got no pot
So, what?
Han Solo aiming but he know not
Greedo
Shoot him in his speedo
Faggot
Bi n***a 'cause I keep a second
Ratchet (Ratchet)
Bye, n***a, throw the fade but can you
Catch it? (Catch it?)
High wit'cha but only if you can
Match it (Match it)
Snatch it if it laying around
Fuck Mrs. *********
Lay in the ground (Oh)
Your speaker playing my sound
I'm talking at you while I smile like a clown
[Chorus]
Momma, I been drinking, sorry
Commas dwindling
And I been thinking, hardly
Ah
I been getting older
Sleeping on the floor and shit has set in colder

[Verse 2]
(Spin)
Like a revolver
N***a wanna problem I got it, (Uh) yeah
Walking proper, (Yuh) yeah
Pop a copper, yeah, uh
Slop hopper
I'm only here for the headhoes, yeah
Top dropper, top dropper, top dropper
I'm here to hide from the feds bros