[Verse 1: Sdot Pdot]
Purp got me decent but this Kush got me high as hell (cough, cough)
Step on the gas hear the V12
Thinking bout my brother O like damn I hope he got my mail
Thinking bout how DP gone he'll never meet my baby girl
This the type of sh** that goes on thru my mind
Thinking bout how one of my brothers dead the other one time
Breaking down another swissha sh**'d ima be fine
I'm my mama's youngest son n***a I bet you I shine n***a
I'm destine for mine keep a vest and a nine
Heavily loaded approaching enemy lines
Yea you thinking they ya friends man these n***as be lying
Next thing you know yo body found on the dan ryan
Shot from ya mans iron
There's no loyalty I don't trust these n***as
Cold-hearted straight darkness Ima crush these n***as
Ima artist draw the cartridge Ima buss these n***as
They ain't talking money, f** I so what these n***as
Hop on a track and show up these n***as
They don't want beef I cold cut these n***as
Man they spitting bologna you know I go ham
Thanks to my bros and product of my environment (straight Piff)
Flame up the dope man
[Chorus: Sdot Pdot]
I wish it was me and my brothers in this b**h
Doing shows f**ing hoes getting rich
Counting bands hella bands til' we rich
Counting bands hella bands til' we rich
I wish it was me and my brothers in this b**h
Doing shows f**ing hoes getting rich
Counting bands hella bands til' we rich
Counting bands hella bands til' we rich