[Hook]
Tiki torch spark up my blunt
Fuck n***as hate if they want
The young bull got no need to front
Tell 'em I'll meet 'em out front
Tell my girl leave it to me
Cause this shit's easy to see
Nah, I can't leave it to you
Look my Mercedes is blue

[Verse]
I hop inside it and I suicided
I can't keep it private
My hair, I can't dye it
The streets seek the real, I'm just here to provide it
I'm here to supply it
Don't call me the plug, don't call me the plug
If you know that it's fake, don't show me no love
And she wanna fuck wit' us, we modern day hustlers
You know that we double up, she know that we comin' up
You know where we coming from, yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know that we comin' up, you know where we coming from
Got dawgs in the slammer, can't get caught up on camera
I'm so Houstatlanta, mixed with some 'bama
You know that I roll tight, roll tight, yeah, yeah
And my shorty know it's all mine, all mine, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I run it up like all time, all time, yeah, yeah
Yeah, the numbers don't lie lil' bitch (winner, gagnant)
Swear to God I'll die for the six, I'mma ride for this shit, aww
Gotta keep it close, gotta ride wit' the stick, yeah, yeah
Gotta hit quick to get everything you wish, awww
[Hook]
Tiki torch spark up my blunt
Fuck n***as hate if they want
The young bull got no need to front
Tell 'em I'll meet 'em out front
Tell my girl leave it to me
Cause this shit's easy to see
Nah, I can't leave it to you
Look my Mercedes is blue