[Verse 1]
Check this out heffa I'm a ghetto star
69 Cutty is my favorite car
Chewy gets rolled then here come the hoes
In the G-string panties and the s**y clothes
Snow white powda jets across the dash
It's all about dope man plenty of cash
Every f**ing day man an ounce to smoke
Game from the brain keep the b**hes broke
Money dope and p**y it's the code that don't stop
No time for the playa haters hoes come jock and I'm over
Spittin like I'm clean and sober
Indo got me feeling good hoes want cola
It's like that man it's just like this
These heffas can't have me so these hoes be pissed
All day everyday hittin them corners
All day everyday chewy aroma
When you gets out all night f**ing with a fat rat
You rubber band g's coming brickhouse stacks
Check this out partna can you smell the skunk
Or the foul rat scent from the honey blunt
Do the things I do to make the hoes wonder
But I'm dock in the cuts and I'm over on the under
[Chorus: Black C]
Chewy for my n***as, powder for the hoes
When the panties come down b**h, anything goes
(x3)
[Verse 2]
Mo powda Mo powda
Mo dank Mo dank
Mo hoes Mo hoes
Mo bank Mo bank
Chewy boy do me I still got women
From Frisco to Florida hoes ain't sh**
I eat potatoes over stuffing, give these heffas nothin'
Call down on the phone if you think I'm bluffin'
I like money and p**y, you like p**y and money
It's a difference motherf**er, ain't a damn thing funny
And 30 dollar sacks make s**y hoes moist
Mary Jane and Pam is a cherry's main choice
Cause these heffas, they like smoking budda by The Bay
Well stop talking b**h and fire up that J
You's a hoe, c**aine came from The 'Moe
Motherf**ers try to get as high as they can go
Honey blunt, stop, new drop top
Seat belt, look straight, here come the cops
They gone, motherf**in' chewy's back on
I stopped the Cutty chrome, see hoes on the phone
Carmel and bu*terscotch, they both got a**
And I'm thinking to myself, 'should I waste my gas?'
So I lit another foul one, turned up the volume
Check the profile and the rear, quite handsome
Baby whats your name? "Was that her or me?"
It really don't matter cause I'm thinking about a three-
Some for the party, some for the road
Chewy for my n***as and powda for the hoes
Chorus (x5)
[Verse 3]
I'm over on the under at E and J
Eating hash browns and grits served just my way
Cause the munchies in the stomach from the indo clouds
And these heffers get wet when the 15's pound
Like 'Ooh rap daddy, sugar brown pappy
Get with me and you will see that I can make you happy' but hoe
I got Mary Jane and Pam
What the f** you think? Do you know who I am?
A n***a that will run your mother f**ing mouth
Without saying one word hoe, check my clout
An ounce of that doja, an eighth to the face
Back up hoes cause a n***a needs space
I'm a con, the dank weed got to be right
With a mind like Don King to make punk hoes fight
It seems like you ready for the grindin' and bumpin'
And this chewy got me fine and I'm thinking about f**in'
And going to sleep, and waking up to eat
And then I'm back in the Cut with this Zapco beat
The phat rat cat rat n***a why you do that
I'm over on the under but you s**y hoes knew that
Chorus (x4)