[Intro: Bobby Trill] x2
[Verse 1: Bobby Trill]
Run up on a shawty like b**h what's up?
Lonely boy clique, lock your daughter's up
Take another line of this DMT, I'm on ketamine, but this fat ba** line got me going dumb
Slangin' opium...out the bando with the tommy gun
Trill a** n***as yeah we on d**
Live a life of lux with some pretty young thugs
Hey shawty, do you wanna go?
I got plenty psychedelics liquid acid down your throat
We can kick it real slow, put my number in your phone
I got hella dunkaroos if you get the munchies so