[Intro: Chris King]
I do what the fuck I want, I don't know what the fuck you do, but I do what I want
Hold up, yeah

[Chorus: Chris King]
I turn the summer into winter now
Younging hit the gas, then hit the breaks to watch her titties bounce
Snotty nose mafia, we known to bring the city out
Pop a pill, reload, I'm on a roll that's big as twenty thou'
Liquor by the load, I'm finna blow, can't put the Henny down
My n***as gon' roll, they day one's, yeah, they been around
That pussy fasho, I didn't know that's my dinner now
These n***as ain't shit, well, not me, but just in general

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Got white rocks like minerals
Mentos, it's a fresh maker
I explode when I drop the coke, this dick make her handicap, she told her friend she can't walk no more
Chopper too big, chopper knock your heart
Chopper knock your chest, chopper knock your soul
These walls, they be listening
So I don't think we can talk no more
Smoking [?]
[?]
She say a n***a too wild
She say a n***a too wild
We get that shit on the low
Everytime, we gon' get high
She get that shit on the lo-lo-low
Everytime, we gon' get high
Fuck that
I just wanna [?] like a [?]
Slide in a box like a cassette
And I take that
I'm too [?] like I shot a [?] and I did it with a latex, wait, wait
Bodies on the ground, no diggity, no doubt
Blackstreet in the basement, wait, what?
All with the [?] bang-a-bang, biggity-biggity [?] Kid Rock
They tried to keep the money from me, monkey in the middle
I can never listen to a n***a that remind me of the skittles
That ain't getting played in my playlist, I'm a Southern California native with them [?] Chuck Taylors on the pavement
Pull up at the [?] time at the location
There was a fine line with love and hate
Bitch, you Instagram trickin', you ain't never gripped the blicky
Shot in your back like you Ricky
You keep on sneak dissing
My goons is sneaky, they [?]
Yada-da-da-da-da, mean it
Grew up with killers, ever since [?]
I get pretentious
When I [?] around, I told my sniper to pick it
[?]
[?] with a bitch, that shit right there ain't realistic
I need some zips up
[?] weed and the lean
That's some shit I can't get rid of
Here is the kicker
I got a fiend and a bop, they do the packing and shipping
I cannot listen
[?]
If it's not what [?]
[?]
She playing games [?]
I be wherever the wind blow me
My skin soft as a newborn
You fuck too good, you do porn?
I'm on fire, and you lukewarm
N***a, what the fuck is you on?
[Chorus: Chris King]
I turn the summer into winter now
Younging hit the gas, then hit the breaks to watch her titties bounce
Snotty nose mafia, we known to bring the city out
Pop a pill, reload, I'm on a roll that's big as twenty thou'
Liquor by the load, I'm finna blow, can't put the Henny down
My n***as gon' roll, they day one's, yeah, they been around
That pussy fasho, I didn't know 'cause that's my dinner now
These n***as ain't shit, well, not me, but just in general

[Verse 2: Lil Twist]
[?] white chicks like the Wayen's Brothers
It's Twizzy [?] Wayne's brother
Got main hoes I call girlfriends, and got side hoes I call baby mother
She got a big mouth, like a [?]
[?] put aside like J Color
Tell her open wide, but don't say nothing
Now I'm on that ass like shay butter
Hop in the Honda with them lil' n***as
I hop in this Benz with Twist
Steph Curry ballin' on this bitch, I make them [?]
Steph Curry ballin' on this bitch, I had [?] six
With all this coke, I build a wall, you can't blow down these bricks
But all this [?] tall, it's like I'm 7/6
Smoking heavy out the P, you n***as selling nicks
These n***as [?], these n***as pussy, n***as fucking pricks
They try to compare, [?] Twist, I'm like, "Ain't that a bitch?"
Decapitate his head and carey it, then boro it and bury it
Ride off in my cherriet
It's white hoes on white hoes, just call [?]
[Outro]
Where the beat now? Fuck