Theres an ounce and a half in the bag
Theres a new pack of swishers on the dash
Theres a tape in the deck
Theres a foot up on the gas
There aint no car on the road
So Im about to go fast
Got a rap on smash
Got that sling-shot on my lap
Got a bag full of rocks
I aint slanging no crack
Just a young dumb fuck
With the tendencies to blast
Like blastoise hydro-pump this bullet through my gat
Through your brain, catch the fake
Cant just cant just catch a break
Tired of kicking out all these flows
And drowning bitches with my waves
Thats a lie, I aint tired I do this shit like every day
Motherfuck the VMAs, motherfuck these record labels
I aint trying to make a name, I aint trying to get the fame
Im just trying to get some change, go and cop a bigger chain
Buy a house for my team, basement full of weed
fridgerator full of drinks, champagne and sunny D
Fuck a big flat screen, got a movie theater in my room
Big chairs everywhere glass screen bullet proof