Running around and I got the tool
[?]
Smoking on gas smoking on took
Flexing that shit but it could get took
Percs and the drank like [?]
My *** bitch [?]
Money came, straight out of the blue (yeah)
The blue, that's, old news
[?] no boy, this is not no fruit punch
(yeah) good gas in my lungs
(yeah) chopper buss, eat em like brunch
We shoot shit just for fun
You look like a victim
You can't run a and kill sum
Cookin it up crisco (yeah yeah yeah)
This ain't a lie
I know that guap, don't make a lot
Circle small don't need no mas (yeah)
We got pots
[?] hella pots
Treat em with caution like [?]
No mas (x9)
Haha (x15)
You lost your homies, what it cost you
We ain't tryn to feel
Sick so I get high uh
I get higher higher, than a helicopter
I don't wanna see no coffins
No mas (x11)