[Intro]
(Drumma Boy)
Yup, yup, yup (16 Zips)
Yup, yup
Uh-huh
Damn

[Verse 1]
When I open up my car door, all you see is smoke (Woo)
In 'bout a half an hour, smoked about a half an O (Hey, hey, hey)
I got your main bitch on my payroll, she pick up that bomb when I say so (Ayy)
I went got the bitch a new Bimmer, told her make sure her mouth stay closed
Kingpin, Memphis, Tenn, if I had to, I'd do it again (Hell yeah)
First class to Cali, one-way, send three bombs in one day (Yoom)
All my n***as 'bout gunplay (Yup), thirty stacks was my prom date (Racks)
My trap boomin' every day of the week, but I'm takin' off every Sunday (Dope boy)
Dolph at the club tonight, all the bad bitches gon' come out (For real? Yup)
I pull up on your bitch, smoke a blunt with her, watch her show out
These bitches ain't shit, this money, I blow it, this shit don't mean nothing to me (Hey, hey)
Compare me to trappers, don't compare me to these rappers, these n***as ain't fuckin' with me, it's Dolph

[Chorus]
Smokin' strong and sippin' (Pour up), every day 4/20
At the spizzot runnin' through these hundreds, fifties, and twenties (Ayy)
Ridin' with a semi (Yeah), drop a deuce in a twenty (Mud)
Every day we winning (Yup), every day 4/20 (Yup)
Every day 4/20 (Woah), every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we gettin' it (Woah), every day 4/20, ayy (Woah)
Every day, we sippin' (Woah), every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we sippin' (Ayy), yeah (Paper Route Empire, stupid)
[Verse 2]
I stay fresh as fuck (Yeah), I'm on 'bout three drugs (For real)
Painkillers, cough syrup, and some killer bud (Shit, man)
I drop an eight in a two-liter, that's how I mix it up (Pour up)
You lovin' them bitches and cuffin' them bitches, them bitches ain't nothing to us (Nah)
Checks, I'm fuckin' 'em up (Yup), bitches, I'm doublin' up (Two of 'em)
Woke up and forgot where I was (Damn), been goin' too hard on these drugs (Hey)
Dsquared² or Balenciagas, my bitch usually rockin' red bottoms
I'm pourin' up out the pint, I don't really need a baby bottle
Money don't mean shit to me, if you a fuck n***a, you a fuck n***a (Ayy)
Why would I fuck with new n***as and got old n***as? I don't fuck with 'em (Fuck 'em)
I ain't got shit for a bitch but a hard time (That's all I got for you)
But if she ready to put in some work, then she all mine (Holler at your boy)

[Chorus]
Smokin' strong and sippin' (Pour up), every day 4/20
At the spizzot runnin' through these hundreds, fifties, and twenties (Ayy)
Ridin' with a semi (Yeah), drop a deuce in a twenty (Mud)
Every day we winning (Yup), every day 4/20 (Yup)
Every day 4/20 (Woah), every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we gettin' it (Woah), every day 4/20, ayy (Woah)
Every day, we sippin' (Woah), every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we sippin' (Ayy), yeah