[Verse 1]
Coughing up crips not coughing up blood
Cold body hit straight on the floor b*tch, whats with that thud?
Ya boy just rolled up to party just hit up his shawty
We usually f*ck with the molly, yuh this sh*t is saucy
b*tch you know I’m not easy, yeah you know I’m a thrifty
b*tch let’s get schwifty, you better be watching me moving so swiftly
Chinese put me on acid, ya boy straight turned to ashes
Can't take no clacid, I’m a rockstar like Slash is
Now the sh*t starting to kick in, hear my skin ripping
I’m starting tripping, I’d rather be sipping
While they flipping the beat, that sh*t with a feat
Like an old-school cook-up, prod be bringing the heat
Left me breathless, the suffering’s endless
There’s so much gold on me now, I’m f*cking neckless
Choking on vomit, just as was promised
I was waiting for this, I paid deposit
[Chorus]
I put in a grand, trusting a friend
Now I’m walking away with a f*cking milli' in hand
Bro sh*t ain’t rad, now I’m sad
My kushman got locked behind bars for
Years and it's 'cause of a fed
[Verse 2]
Now you caught me leaning, ain’t ever feeling
That just not my thing bro, ya boy be leading
I still hang with the gang, we still onto the thang
It ain’t yin, this sh*t is yang
I feel like Buddha, took a trip to Cuba
I’m with the three-strip gang I don’t f*ck with Puma
I don’t f*ck with Nike, my wrist is icy
Me living to ninety is highly unlikely
[Chorus]
I put in a grand, trusting a friend
Now I’m walking away with a f*cking milli' in hand
Bro sh*t ain’t rad, now I’m sad
My kushman got locked behind bars for
Years and it's 'cause of a fed
[Outro]
Them b*tch ass feds, Cincinnati Reds
They look f*cking lost without their heads
I’m taking it home, I hit the top of the dome
b*tches trying to throw the ball while I f*cking roam
You gotta show them b*tches how it's done