Yeah, I'm 'bouta do this shit in one take, yeah

[Chorus]
She been on her grind but she don't skate, yeah
She wonder why I don't date her
Bitch, I could date anybody
Huh, huh, yeah, my bitch got a body
She wanna fuck, told that bitch suck me sloppy, yeah
(Huh, yeah) Suck me sloppy

[Verse 1]
Huh, off the molly with some ecstasy
I'm posted with an AR15 and some bricks
I'm posted with an M4A1 in some Ricks
Huh, fucking on my girlfriend ain't no bitch
Get rich, die rich, give it to my kids
Huh, huh, spent that shit right on my kicks
Never do that shit a-fucking-gain
So I bought a house up in the hills
Bought a house and I bought some fucking pills
Huh, I ain't even buy a house for real
Huh, I get high as fuck for real
When the kids start bumping me, the next generation fucked
Don't look up to me, don't look up to me because I suck
This a fucking cult, bitch I'm up
I'm the high priest, I'm the one that they love
Grind, I'm a fucking skate
[Chorus]
She been on her grind but she don't skate, yeah
She wonder why I don't date her
Bitch, I could date anybody
Huh, huh, yeah, my bitch got a body
She wanna fuck, told that bitch suck me sloppy, yeah
(Huh, yeah) Suck me sloppy

[Verse 2]
Yeah, spin again, they bet I won't spin again
Hundred shooters hanging out a mini-van
Hang out we bouta' take off your head
Thought we killed him, skin his face, then kill that boy again
Yeah, do that shit again
That boy live to die, we did that shit again
If I hit the drop, get that money, I'm a win again
Got a bad bitch, she white as fuck, came from Winnipeg
Drugs came from Winnipeg, too high I can't feel my legs
I just sipped the purple drank and popped the molly, yeah I'm dead
Huh, woke up pissed off, got blood on my shit
Huh, woke up pissed off, I couldn't fuck this bitch
8AM he hit me phone, talking 'bout some drills
Woke up thinking 'bout them pills
Woke up, my life unreal
Huh, yeah, yeah, go to sleep I'm clutching on my Tec
Unfold it, it fold you, it's 'bouta fold up on your head
I got a 9mm it leave a pussy dead
These some hollow tip bullets, I ain't leave evidence for feds
I jump out my car, 4 by 4, clutching my Tec, Tec, Tec
Put that boy to bed
Like an old mother fucker I lay that lil' bitch to rest
He can't remember, he got dementia, shot him in his head