[Produced by BenG NamoR]
[Verse 1: Kraay]
Ya... came through with the foo lay
Hundred bottles wash it down with the Kool Aid
Tell that b**h to have my bread
I need it full pay
Unless she finna throw that neck
Cause that's a new thing
Down in Venice cause I got to cop some new things
Blew my whole damn check left with two chains
Hit the freeway on my Yamaha
n***as talking bout stunting
Wait who the f** is you telling bro
I ain't talking bout nothing
Cause nah n***a done heard of ya
f** your resume I want it all in etc
Yeah n***a till I die
I'm with my n***as getting high
It's whatever when I say it's time to ride
Told my mama don't cry
I'm a make it out alive
I'm just trying to get a piece of the pie
Got Jah by my side, got Jah by my side
Blaze up while me blow that sunny side
And the ho's on deck, and the ho's on deck
f**ed around got her whole clique wet
Now she want to smoke
Have a night she gone forget
Know this b**h just want a check
But we gone get lit, bet I'm gone get licked
Said I'm on that tip
And she was right there on my tip
She was right there on my tip
So I had to take the pic, so I had to take the pic
[Hook]
Till I motherf**ing die, Till a n***a f**ing go
Know I'm out here popping bands on your ho
Got the Kush on the low
And I ain't worried bout sh**
I ain't worried bout sh**
But damn these n***as make me sick
Damn you n***as make me sick
Tell these little n***as sit
Tell these little b**hes sit
Treat these n***as like my pit
Treat these n***as like my pit
f** with a n***a
(HOLY CRAP THAT WAS CRAZY!!)
[Verse 2: D]
Youngin' thugging
Mac and BenG on the f**ing beat
Same Mac down the street while I'm smoking heat
And I took your wife, and she liked it too
Rich boy so she done f**ed the crew
Can't f** with me or what I do
Yall say what up like we f** with you
But... You ain't on that level
Smoking finest grade
We voted and it won a medal
Trippy dudes percolator rips
Taking acid hits and we took your b**h
And she s**ed my clique
Don't give a sh**
Got to make a hundred million
On another tip uh
[Hook]