[Chorus] x2
Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceilin'
Eyes so low, n***a fuck a vision
Been cookin dope, doped off in the kitchen
Thinkin' 'bout the cash while I'm wood grain grippin
Dreads hang low middle finger to the ceilin
Thinkin' 'bout the cash while I'm wood grain grippin
Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceilin'
Thinkin' 'bout the cash while I'm wood grain grippin
Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceilin'
Eyes so low, n***a fuck a vision
Been cookin dope, doped off in the kitchen

Bow
Bow

[Verse]
Eyes so low, n***a fuck a vision
Been cookin dope, doped up in the kitchen
I never changed cause I'm so authentic
Smokin a L, like fuck it I'm winnin'
Smokin a L, one for my n***as
Callin my bitch, I need some more swishers
I'm at the crib, you know I'm just chillin
Thinkin bout bus, my mind on a million
This shit gon' stop
The bass gon' drop
No shirt cause it's too hot
I'm duckin cops
They want to raid my spot, I'm on the block
And I'll never change
N***as lookin strange
Seen some things in the past that I couldn't change
Now I dance on the beat like Rick James
I'm on a dragon on the beat, I spit flames
Lamborghini on the beat, I switch lanes
Dreads hang, autotune call me t-pain
Killin shit, man I think I see blood stains
In the game standing tall, what it is mayne?
Still macked up, ain't shit change
Rollin up a blunt for the good days
Thinkin ima dodge days in the grave
Rollin up a pound of that good haze
[Chorus]