Slidin in my cutlass slammin the bump up on the speaker box
Prayin to yoself I cant relate bitch I dont need a god
Find me where the demons are, ridin in the demon car
Stone stick shift, know its bones when you see the car
Killin it better believe it tho
Murder right up in yo stereo
Tell me now whats a scenario
Two swishers rolled now here we go
Yo girlfriend she called you and she told you that she home
She hang up, the shots in mouth, now she ridin round she with bones
Now she posted up in my home
Whole room smellin like smoke
She in my bed with my chain on and when she go to sleep Im ghost
She tell me that she like the flow she know the words to my music
She naked under that shirt of mine so please dont confuse it
I aint lyin I do it
Bitch you home doin nothin
See everydays a fucking Saturday, Im livin life and I love it
One million blunts rolled up for the drive, its the slim white pimp dollar signs on my eyes