[Produced by Nathan Proctor]


[Intro]

[Verse 1: DONXKING]

Too turnt I'm turned sideways
High so my eyes glazed
Even my bitch blazed while I'm busy getting my guap payed
Look at all this money made
And all the fucks I gave
Party bumping, two bitches fucking
You know I'm stunting this shit is nothing
Broward's where I'm running
Blood money from gunning
Pack of bricks, that's drugging
Bitch I'm banging, cell rangin', quick to leave you hanging
I'll hit you with a stainless, leave your ass brainless
WHAT WAS HE THINKING
Young n***a just thirteen
Was so clean, but so mean
Was trying to beam
Cause I had a dream to be the King
Thinking about my future things like pinky rings and chains that swing
No red bull but I still got wings
Need a pack? Then I'll pull the strings
Shit that lead stings
Shots fly, So you get shot down
Shell casings drop to the ground
No evidence to be found, King of my motherfucking town
Mind moving so slow, where did my soul go?
Pussy, money, and Dro, that's all that my team know
Started trapping, then I started rapping
Got my money stacking, so I'm never lacking
Gonna hit your ass with that fucking action
You think I'm acting, but I still be packing
Got a stick with a thirty clip
Blood drip like a broken sink
Don't give a shit what you n***as think
I'm the shit, but YOU N***AS STINK
Hit the bank, then I cop some drank
Smoke my Dank, now Im on my break
Leave me 'lone I'm in my zone
Bad bitch from rome came to give me dome
Late night sipping on patron
Hit the gong while I rip the bong
Zooted like Cheech and Chong
Empire high like King Kong

[Pre Chorus DONXKING and Serge]
Free Dopey
Pass the Blunt!

[Chorus x4: DONXKING and Serge]
Pour that drink up, take a sip
Roll that blunt up, take a hit
We smoking on some dank shit
Real n***as is who we with


[Pre verse: Serge]
South Florida shit n***a

[Verse 2: Serge]

Lean squad we fly sideways
Codeine and green, I'm faded
Eyes low, can't see the place
Stay strapped, I'm not phased
(Bitch)
We snatching cash you can keep the famous
Love or hate it , we're going to make it
Don gon' pull that trigger quick
Hood rich from all them licks we hit
N***as scared 'cause they heard that click
Case dropped, they ain't had shit
Circle tight, no snitches
No new n***as, Brand new bitches
Stacking cash thats what I love
Fresh new benzes, just because
Cruising South Beach, we the buzz
Bitches topless just for us
Coupe top up, dodging fuzz
From the bottom, where we was
Fuck n***as, in them rugs
400k but I'm still a thug
On my grind, all night all day
No time to waste, got money to make
That shit you talking? It's all fake
Get you dropped in the Everglades
(Goddamn)

[Chorus x6]