[Produced by Nathan Proctor]
[Intro]
[Verse 1: DONXKING]
Too turnt I'm turned sideways
High so my eyes glazed
Even my b**h blazed while I'm busy getting my guap payed
Look at all this money made
And all the f**s I gave
Party bumping, two b**hes f**ing
You know I'm stunting this sh** is nothing
Broward's where I'm running
Blood money from gunning
Pack of bricks, that's drugging
b**h I'm banging, cell rangin', quick to leave you hanging
I'll hit you with a stainless, leave your a** brainless
WHAT WAS HE THINKING
Young n***a just thirteen
Was so clean, but so mean
Was trying to beam
Cause I had a dream to be the King
Thinking about my future things like pinky rings and chains that swing
No red bull but I still got wings
Need a pack? Then I'll pull the strings
sh** that lead stings
Shots fly, So you get shot down
Shell casings drop to the ground
No evidence to be found, King of my motherf**ing town
Mind moving so slow, where did my soul go?
p**y, money, and Dro, that's all that my team know
Started trapping, then I started rapping
Got my money stacking, so I'm never lacking
Gonna hit your a** with that f**ing action
You think I'm acting, but I still be packing
Got a stick with a thirty clip
Blood drip like a broken sink
Don't give a sh** what you n***as think
I'm the sh**, but YOU ni**aS STINK
Hit the bank, then I cop some drank
Smoke my Dank, now Im on my break
Leave me 'lone I'm in my zone
Bad b**h from rome came to give me dome
Late night sipping on patron
Hit the gong while I rip the bong
Zooted like Cheech and Chong
Empire high like King Kong
[Pre Chorus DONXKING and Serge]
Free Dopey
Pa** the Blunt!
[Chorus x4: DONXKING and Serge]
Pour that drink up, take a sip
Roll that blunt up, take a hit
We smoking on some dank sh**
Real n***as is who we with
[Pre verse: Serge]
South Florida sh** n***a
[Verse 2: Serge]
Lean squad we fly sideways
Codeine and green, I'm faded
Eyes low, can't see the place
Stay strapped, I'm not phased
(b**h)
We snatching cash you can keep the famous
Love or hate it , we're going to make it
Don gon' pull that trigger quick
Hood rich from all them licks we hit
n***as scared 'cause they heard that click
Case dropped, they ain't had sh**
Circle tight, no snitches
No new n***as, Brand new b**hes
Stacking cash thats what I love
Fresh new benzes, just because
Cruising South Beach, we the buzz
b**hes topless just for us
Coupe top up, dodging fuzz
From the bottom, where we was
f** n***as, in them rugs
400k but I'm still a thug
On my grind, all night all day
No time to waste, got money to make
That sh** you talking? It's all fake
Get you dropped in the Everglades
(Goddamn)
[Chorus x6]