[Intro]
(David Wesson)
What up, Dave?
Boyz in this bitch, n***a, you already know what it is
Just talkin' a lot of shit to you, bum-ass n***a

[Verse]
I'm 'bout to cook some big shit, cut the tub on (Damn)
I grew up in a drug zone, I don't make love songs
Left the blues at the crib, I got all dubs on me
Standin' on the couches, lookin' grumpy, fuck the club owners (Fuck 'em)
I just came to get my money from the promoters (Yeah)
I made "Straight Drop" for the fiends, that wasn't no club song
But, when I walk in 69, they show me love, though
Drop of shit with this fentanyl, so I got gloves on (Damn)
Cough syrup got me always with a mug on
But I'm cool as dog shit, but, I ain't no punk, though
The lil' bitch wasn't tryna fuck, showed her the front door
I had to put that bitch out like the blunt was broke (Get it)
This ain't no love song, baby, this a dope song (It is)
This for your favorite auntie to get her smoke on (Go 'head)
Brodie, take my CD case and break down blow on it (Do it)
The real question is, can I put a four on it? (Can I?)
I hit it hard and it ain't fall, I put some more on it (Can I hit it?)
If I fuck you and it's easy, I'ma put bro on you (Can he hit it?)
I sold a split in two days, he put some more on me (Thank you)
I'm damn near walkin' sideways, I got a roll on me
I did some janky shit with bro, hope he don't fold on me (Please)
You fuck around and got locked for some more murders (Damn)
For you wet-head n***as, we got blow dryers
Just ask about me in my fuckin' city, I ain't no liar (No cappin')
If I ain't got the forty on me, I'm a four-five it (Sure)
If I ain't got that four-five, I ain't go fight him (Don't worry 'bout it)
I'm beefin' with some rap n***as, they got a show probably
We finna pull up to that bitch with like four choppers (Grrah)
We the ones who shot the club up and had a show Friday (I did)
My doctor writin' 'scripts for me, he a ghostwriter (He is)
Bro a swiper, holdin' his pieces up, he don't promote violence
High as hell, stuck in this position like a lowrider
[Chorus]
This ain't no love song, baby, this a dope song
This for your favorite auntie to get her smoke on
Brodie, take my CD case and break down blow on it
The real question is, can I put a four on it?
I hit it hard and it ain't fall, I put some more on it
If I fuck you and it's easy, I'ma put bro on you
I sold a split in two days, he put some more on me
I'm damn near walkin' sideways, I got a roll on me