Doped up, take drugs and Im posting up
On the stoop just rolling up
Too many blunts, she say Hold up
Just ridin round
Rining out, so we slidin round
Bass banging like thunderstorms
Talk down, see me pulling that lighting out
Then Ill strike ya, like striker
See, I roll your ashes and light ya
Either Im with the team or Im with the KLVN
Either way, I aint about to fight ya
Were gonna find ya, and teach ya
That everything aint peaches
See, everything aint gravy
You get no handshake when I see you, bitch
Getting cash, flowing fast
Loading up my golden gat
Golden Lac, diamond wheel
Go so slow Im riding still
Living life so lavish, Im living life so lavish
I got blunt guts in the basement, I got blunt wraps in the attic
Getting cash, flowing fast
Loading up my golden gat
Golden Lac, diamond wheel
Go so slow Im riding still
Living life so lavish, Im living life so lavish
I got blunt guts in the basement, I got blunt wraps in the attic
Im lurking, Im swerving
I roll blunts tighter than turbans
A little turbulence on the .36
Going 96, thats murder
See, 187 my rhyme scheme
Rolex on my time piece
Cuban links on my fucking neck
I made that off of rhyming things
And now Im rhyming still, rhyming still
Go so slow that Im riding still