[Intro]
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
I ain't even know that b*tch was recordin' for real
You know that we them boys for real
Alright, when we gon' start? (Rich off Pints, ni**a)
Let me start right now
(Max, this what we on, gang?)
[Chorus]
I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin', dread-headed real rasta
Chopper shooter, hitter, they gon' have to find real doctors
Got my nephew with me, he just wanna rob and kill somethin'
b*tch, we in the field—uh, let me say it over, alright
I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin', dread-headed real rasta
Chopper shooter, hittеr, they gon' have to find real doctors
Rеally from that way, they just rappin', b*tch, we real monsters
Grindin' in the field, thuggin', Kway-Kway, he gon' kill somethin' (Kway, he gon' kill somethin')
[Verse]
b*tch, b*tch, I got real money (I got real money)
Snatch a soul, like we in the store, I'm tryna steal somethin' (Come here)
Pop a Perc', then another Perc', ain't tryna heal nothin' (Uh-uh)
In your city, got a hundred sticks, we tryna build somethin' (Tryna build somethin')
Yeah, I get high 'til I don't feel nothin'
All this ice on me, take it off, I call that chill bu*ton (Beep, beep, beep)
Twenty for a show, an extra five if I got Will comin' (Drank God)
I don't want no eighths or want no line 'cause it's a seal comin' ('Cause it's a seal her)
fu*k her for a hundred, for a fee, she pry that pussy (Uh-huh)
My youngins in the trenches bust your head for an ounce of Cookie (For real)
Bust a Rollie down, yeah, this a trophy, I ain't no rookie (Bling)
We shoot his crib up to bring him to me, I'm tired of lookin' (Hah)
Yeah, try to rob me, we whack his mama, I ain't Ace Boogie (Uh-uh)
We would've killed Rico, that ni**a try me like I'm a pussy, yeah
VVS watch changin' colors, look like Gushers (Gushers)
Now that I think about it, Ace would've never fu*ked my sister, nah
Pussy-ass ni**a, get out the club 'cause you is a coward (Kermit)
b*tch, I been gettin' money since Lil' Jerry was rockin' Dallas, yeah
Real ghetto boy, twenty-eight inch dubs on my Denali (Drank God)
I put a switch on it, now that b*tch faster than a Challenger (Skrrt)
[Outro]
That b*tch faster than a Challenger
Fast as sh*t, ni**a
Rich off Pints
I ain't even got nothin' else to say, 'cause I just been
It's just the type of time I'm on, for real
Pour me up two, gang, I need like
We had only drunk an eight, it should be like
Another like four left, some sh*t like that