[Verse 1] I'm 'bout my chips, take a n***a cookie Smoking blueberry, rest in peace Tookie Real dread head, head bang like Slipknot b**h I'm from Florida, but I don't rock flip-flops Shots in the air, but you don't hear a sound Cause what goes up, must come down Sixteen clips, n***a that's jail bait Ride for my team like a muh'f**in' tailgate Uh, yup, beer in the cooler Check the foot work, but you don't need a ruler Just Chuck Taylor's, no need for stunting Hard a** hat on like I do construction Smoking that gas, make a n***a burp Pockets on fat, Gerald Levert Picking up weight, something like a bar bell Take one smell, then welcome to the cartel [Verse 1 Repeat]