Out the Sto
Roll a wood wit a hole in it
Imma jugg til I’m over rich
Smoke good , dat hoe potent
Bad bitch ass fat poking
Back shot , back strokes , floating
Who yo friend let her know you hit
Freshito , hoes , know who I’m is
And she know whose I’m is
What you want out the sto I ask my bitch
She say not shit cuz they don’t sell no zips
My bitch a stonaaaa
Love marijuana
Smoking til coma
Wake out count commas
I be all about da dollas
Issa wrap like enchiladas
I don’t wear no condoms
Like to feel dat kitty comin
Swear dats my problem
I count guala , and I’m counting loafs
Yo ass be broke
She gimme noggin but I’m in her throat
Nobody knows
I really take a nigga soul
Like a thot bitch
I really ran it up the road
Til that cop shit
I’ll never trust another nigga , they be on some opp shit
A bitch can’t get my trust neither , they be onnat boppin shit
I’m humble but I’m poppin shit
A jungle where my garden is I’m peaceful round the monsterous
This blunt smoke like exhaustion bitch
Smoking wood wit a hole in it
Imma jugg til I’m over rich
Smoke good , dat bitch potent
Bad hoe ass fat poking
Back shot , back strokes , floating
Who yo friend let her know you hit
Freshito , hoes , know who I’m is
And she know whose I’m is
What you want out the sto I ask my bitch
She say not shit cuz they don’t sell yo dick
My bitch got standards
But mines is higher
Yeah bitch I got manners , but when I’m mannish da pussy mo fire , niggas trifling and they liars , act like some Lizzy McGuires , roll a lizzo this extendo show my ass , hoe I’m ballin , stadio staples 
Boy dat scheme be so clean
Ain’t have shit to say to him
Now they wanna be da team
Bitch you ain’t no gang gang
You can’t hang mayne
Getcho bitch up out the train gang
She wanna stay stay
You lookin like a stain stain
Bang!
I can’t maintain
Elevate gang 
Rolling cookie on a baking tray
Cooking up sum shit
And I ain’t have to work my fuckin wrist
Gettin rich
And I ain’t have to sell my muthafuckin spirit 
How I did it?
Dropped some flows wit some quotes in it
Run it back , niggas know they hits
I got em mad yeah I know they pissed
I see the snakes and I know how they hiss
I count my racks and I smoke on my piff
I’m off the gas , I can’t focus , shit
I’m in the trap , feelin at home I’m dis bitch
{take yo fuckin shoes off
Smoking wood wit a hole in it
Imma jugg til I’m over rich
Smoke good , dat bitch potent
Bad hoe ass fat poking
Back shot , back strokes , floating
Who yo friend let her know you hit
Freshito , hoes , know who I’m is
And she know whose I’m is
What you want out the sto I ask my bitch
She say not shit cuz
“I get my own fucking money .... “