(Intro)

*Ad-libs*

Whoa, whooa(10x)

(Verse 1)
Fuck the system, they tried to jam my brudda
We gon go to Panama and shut the whole city down like a snowstorm hit that muhhfucka
I got a bottle in my hand, n***a, I ain't worried bout nothing
I got, Fuck I forgot shit the Xany man I can't remember nothing
Peyton Manning, I can play with a concussion
Better duck if you playing with my duckets
My grandma got a 9 in the 380, put the clip in the end like a suffix
I don't see you as a kin or a cousin
Do it once then again like it's nothing
Swerving in the Benz like a drunky
Your bitch look like a monkey
I'm looking for a fuck to give for the flashlight
Tank on E, see that gas light
N***a, I'm smoking that day-day with a flashlight, that top flight
If the police pull us over, better straighten up and then talk right
But n***a, fuck that

(Hook)
I'm way too throwed to think about it
I might be abusing my limits baby
I'm way too gone to care about it
And now my vision is kinda hazy
(Interlude/Outro)
Whoa whooa(10x)

(Part 2)