[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in the booth right now, it’s like eight pints here
I'm so motherfucking high, I don't know how I got here
Shit, I might pass out, off a couple more sips
It’s gon' be good either way, off a couple more flips
Bitch, your n***a fucked up, I can put him on a trip
Said I'm good with that Glock, I'ma aim it at your lip
Came out with all blues, these n***as thinking that I'm a Crip
My n***a [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
Can't control off the perks, she so quick to lick the tip
I won't respond on the net, but I'm quick to get him hit
How the fuck am I gon’ rap? It’s 80 lines in the booth
I do [?] I ain't believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood bеlieve in you
Put a blits on a n***a, [?] what my team would do
Put somе Pressure on a n***a, [?]
I’m in Hollywood high, and I'm still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
They like how you [?] and he still [?]
Ten hours straight, [?]
Baby you the [?] knowing I'm [?]

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
She wanna hit my drank, she think she special
I'm on the road, I got the choppers in the rental
He try to speak up on my name, must be mental
I got this 40 on me, strapped it like some velcro
I poured a duce and dropped a four in
Pop perkies like they moatrin
She begging me to go in
I’m broke and now she broken
My pockets fat, they swolen
My peoples [?]
I popped a pill, I'm rolling
Fuck once, she got [?]
I fucked her if she pay me
I make these n***as hate me
These bitches wanna clame me
I'm bagging up this Stacy
She love me, can't replace me
Them perkies drive her crazy
I use a 38 to hold the shells, they ain't gon' trace me
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in the booth right now, it's like eight pints here
I'm so motherfucking high, I don't know how I got here
Shit, I might pass out, off a couple more sips
It's gon' be good either way, off a couple more flips
Bitch, your n***a fucked up, I can put him on a trip
Said I'm good with that Glock, I'ma aim it at your lip
Came out with all blues, these n***as thinking that I'm a Crip
My n***a [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
Can't control off the perks, she so quick to lick the tip
I won't respond on the net, but I'm quick to get him hit
How the fuck am I gon' rap? It's 80 lines in the booth
I do [?] I ain't believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood believe in you
Put a blits on a n***a, [?] what my team would do
Put some Pressure on a n***a, [?]
I'm in Hollywood high, and I'm still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
They like how you [?] and he still [?]
Ten hours straight, [?]
Baby you the [?] knowing I'm [?]

[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
You ain't never held your hands in no [?]
Sitting around, dreaming with your head to the clouds
Say you getting money, but I can't tell [?]
[?] through the house
[?] quarter pound
You n***as rats, [?]
Trap slap, come and put your orders now
Smoking out the zip, we don't blow out the quarters now
Damn near [?] got shit in order now
You lil broke boys can't aford my house
Seen [?] now you smoking turtle pie
I'm up in real life, while you just getting by
Lou Gram