Pull up wit gas, yea I got the smokes
Damn ya bitch is bad
Tryna get the throat
Gun on my holster, weight on my shoulder
Call up the bros
Bitches be texting, blowing my phone up
Dying to talk
Like the ordinary
Cause we do this on the daily
Niggas coming thru
We got the pack we smoking heavy
Bitches passing out
It's like they smack before 11
Stepping in my face
Gone have Yu hurt like 9/11
Party till it's over
Matter fact my niggas vamping
Smoking on this gas
Like I'm escaping a depression
Bitches steady calling
I don't need another headache
Talking bout a safety
But the block is over rated
Pull up wit gas, yea I got the smokes
Damn ya bitch is bad
Tryna get the throat
Gun on my holster, weight on my shoulder
Call up the bros
Bitches be texting, blowing my phone up
Roll up the dope
I said pulllllll upppppp
Baby pull upppp
Why yu think we over here
We bout to roll up
Yea we talking over there
Yu gotta hold up
Yea she choking over there
She bout to throw up
Yea we turnt
And we lit
Popping bottles
In this bitch
She don't smoke
She just drink
Got her dizzy
In this bitch
Got the skunk
Got the stank
Got me tripping over shit
It's a party
What yu think
We too wavy for this shit
Pull up wit gas, yea I got the smokes
Damn ya bitch is bad,
Swear she give me throat
Gun on my holster, weight on my shoulder
Call up the bros
Bitches be texting, blowing my phone up
Roll up the dope