(Intro)
Yeah, real sh*t
(Verse 1)
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach
Call up pimpin’ for the plug, I know just where to go (n*gg*, where you at?)
Give a f*ck about no hater and I’m all about my paper
Hit my n*gg* Gucci up, I’m ’bout to slide right through Decatur (skrrt)
We at Liv on a Sunday, then hit Magic City Monday (lit)
And this ain’t no #BowWowChallenge, got the jet on the runway
And my n*gg*s get it back (woah) you don’t want no action (no)
Off-White sneakers (woo), Michael Jackson jacket
So many stones in the watch, don’t know what time it is
And my b*tch is steady trippin’, got no time for the sh*t
So many bands in the safe, look like I robbed the b*tch (stick it up)
Baby daddy trippin’, askin’ what the problem is
Got two twin sisters, make ’em lip-lock (mwah)
Two twin Glocks, they go click-clock
Half a pound of Jumanji in a Ziploc (kush)
I got the Rover smoked up, that’s a hotbox (woo)
(Chorus)
She like, “n*gg*, is you high?” b*tch, yeah
Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
And we ain’t f*ckin’ with that fake sh*t, yeah
I bet my ex-b*tch hate this, yeah
(Verse 2)
You don’t need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah)
f*ck two b*tches at a time, boy, that’s overkill (yeah)
50 million dollar contract, that’s a Hova deal (yeah)
I got the baby face, hoes love the sex appeal
Can barely hear the b*tch speak ’cause my dick in her throat (woo)
Say she turn into a freak if I give her some coke (woo)
Snort a whole mountain, b*tch gone off the dope
Put that b*tch in an Uber, I just f*ck ’em and go
(Chorus)
She like, “n*gg*, is you high?” b*tch, yeah
Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
And we ain’t f*ckin’ with that fake sh*t, yeah
I bet my ex-b*tch hate this, yeah
(Outro)
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach (yeah)
Call up pimpin’ for the plug, I know just where to go (my n*gg*)
Give a f*ck about no hater and I’m all about my paper (yeah)
Hit my n*gg* Gucci up, I’m ’bout to slide right through Decatur (woo)
