[Verse 1: Big T]

I am swervin, doing 90 on the highway, doing this shit like it's my way, I fly past a G6 that was full of bad bitches, joint burning in my hand raw authentic, no gimmicks, my n***a I handle my business, up writing rhymes I never seem to finish, Hypnotiq and Hennessy got me feeling robotic, along with the weed in my system I ain't going lie I am feeling right tonight, I am whipping clean with this wood grain, vision so blurry I can't seem to stay in my lane, What's the hurry? I don't know cuz just drunk, and I am speeding in this bitch so I can avoid the cops bruh, blowing on so much loud it can out sing the opera, shrimp and lobster, I am eating good shit, that's going to get over this hangover in about a minute, hair like Robert Griffin the III, But I am the first no Griffin just Weems pimping, I am so fucking faded that I am limping, I'mma take a seat so I can puff three joints in one sitting and write sum sentences so I can complete my healing, I don't steal, I was stealing, she was fighting the feeling, bumping No Ceilings smoking to change my feelings, hooked her ass on tight, now time to reel her in we about to get it in tonight