Fuck a 8th, where the Os, let me buy, buy, buy
Timberlake with the K, say bye bye bye
Got my hand on ya bitch, yea she mine, mine, mine
Anytime I get low, I get high, high, high
.45 on my side, come and try, try, try
Put your hands in the sky, or youll die, die, die
Now its time to unwind
Windows down in the ride
Phone off, seat back, dont try and hit my line
Flow aged like wine, sip it now she fine
Negative mind, baby Bones not kind
Poison in my lungs, dopin till Im done
Bury me alive with a 150 blunts
Lit, Ima split
Like a kid thrown a Bic
Always yappin how you stacking, spendin bands on your bitch
Get ran for your shit, get robbed for your life
Set fire to your ice, watch you melt in the light
I got 2 bad bitches sucking at the same time
The way they have my toes curled up should be a crime
Roll me up some killer, bitch, I smoke that homicide
Doctor did a CAT scan, he said Boy ya brains fried
I sent goons out to meet ya, it wont be no drive-by
Put a ticket on ya head, now thats money on ya mind
Nine figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire
All my ice hittin, I feel like a Frigidaire
Tony Montana with the gold silverware
And I come from north Memphis, lions, tigers, grizzly bears
All these niggas hatin cause Im winnin and they aint
All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
I feel like a piggy bank
I feel like a piggy bank
All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
What you hoes think?
Fuck a 8th, where the Os, let me buy, buy, buy
Timberlake with the K, say bye bye bye
Got my hand on ya bitch, yea she mine, mine, mine
Anytime I get low, I get high, high, high