[Hook] My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it’s my life man
n***a saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his a** was woofing he was just being a hypeman
It’s your fault, had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can’t even talk, diamonds all over my jaw aye
My sh** off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
[Verse One] Wake up, spark it in the morning start it high as f**
You know I am big on weapons I ain’t gotta lie to ya
Ride for us, okay but when feds come you best quiet up
If you fail to quiet up I will not fail to light ya up
Cheez-It n***as square as f**, woofing for no reason
I got different condoms on me seems it’s hood hoe season
Since 11 had enough reason to go demon
I can’t even smile man, I don’t do no cheesing
If you need it get away cause I don’t do no feenin yea
If you need me call my phone I don’t do no reading yea
The chicago crown? Okay, tell them n***as keep it, yea
Blow it off they head, Okay, I don’t think you need it yea
n***as cap more than a truckdriver outfit
Mama asked me where do I see myself without this
Simple answer, it’s no other way out this
I’m the best like hands down and goofy n***as pouting
[Hook] My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it’s my life man
n***a saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his a** was woofing he was just being a hypeman
It’s your fault, had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can’t even talk, diamonds all over my jaw aye
My sh** off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
[Verse Two] You been lying ever since you could breathe n***a
I’m allergic to the capping made me sneeze n***a
We not feminist we been saying we don’t need n***as
Had to send her down alone she can’t keep a n***a
She’s a thot, uh huh, seen my spot
Now she tryna come around, bloodclaut, uh huh
I think not, uh huh, you a fraud
First he wanted beef but now he down to stop, uh huh
[Hook] My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it’s my life man
n***a saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his a** was woofing he was just being a hypeman
It’s your fault, had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can’t even talk, diamonds all over my jaw aye
My sh** off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul