[Intro]
(Lonis on this)
Aye, aye, aye
I had to do this one, I ain't gon' lie
Rest in peace to the, aye, Mac D-R-E
Lonis cooked this one up cold
I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me

[Verse 1]
I said I'm dope like coke that was cooked in the kitchen (I said I'm dope)
Aye, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, did I mention? (Did I mention?)
Smoke long extensions, bitches in my mentions (In my mentions)
Sloppy roll on me, baby thought that I was pimping (Baby thought that I was pimpin')
If you ain't talkin' 'bout a bag mind your business (Aye, mind your business)
My cousin really clap heathens, quit all of that rap beefin' (Quit all of that rap beefin')
When we pulled up in them foreigns n***as couldn't beliеve it
Mama told me evеn when I was broke I was so conceited
Off-White steppin' out but I don't feel like Jesus (But I don't feel like Jesus)
Baby got some blues in her purse so you know I bleed it (So you know I bleed it)
Yeah, I think she know Taz 'cause she a hungry heathen (She a hungry heathen)
Smoking gelonade blunts, yeah, you know I'm reekin' (In here reekin')
And I don't really like 'em white, I like 'em Puerto Rican (I like 'em)
I like 'em slim thick brown, show a little cleavage (Aye, aye)
Took his bitch, now he got ass face, where the fuck is Beavis? (Where the fuck is Beavis?)
And why you smokin' every day? 'Cause my trigs need it ('Cause my trigs need it)
If I let her blow my socks off she better mistreat it (You better mistreat it)
How the fuck you Mike Jack bad but broke? N***a, beat it (N***a, beat it)
[Interlude]
In the kitchen
Aye, I'm 'bout a bag, did I mention?
Dope like—in the kitchen
Aye, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, did I?
I smoke long extensions, bitch
I said I'm dope like coke that was cooked in the kitchen

[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch, I get a rap check, go 'head and give me top (Go 'head and give me top)
All these Apple laptops, Lonis making mad knocks (Lonis making what?)
N***a, BAPE on my head, BAPE on my socks (BAPE on my socks)
She got my name in her mouth, mouth on my crotch (Mouth on my crotch)
N***a, I done made like six bands, it ain't six o'clock (I done made like ten)
D-I-O-R on my body, finna spin the block (I'm finna skrrt)
N***a think he cold as me, really smoking rocks
All these n***as think they 'bout a bag but they really not (You are not)
Could've put a hook on this bitch but I'd rather not (But I'd rather not)
Rest in peace to Mac D-R-E, I gotta pay my homage (I gotta pay my homage)
I like to hotbox my whip with exotic smoke (I'm in here clocked)
Plug bring me gelonade zips, I buy 'em by the boat (I buy 'em by the boat)
You ain't coughing off the dope, don't know how to smoke
She don't like to give me head, baby, said she'd rather throat
You ain't coughing off the dope, don't know how to smoke
She don't like to give me head, baby said she'd rather throat
[Outro]
Dope like coke that was cooked in the—
That was cooked in the kitchen
I'm dope like coke that was cooked in the kitchen
Aye, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, did I mention?
Long extensions
Baby thought that I was pimpin'
Aye
I said I'm dope like coke that was cooked in the kitchen