[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$]
Now Ion really give a f*ck if you f*ck with me
I brought the drugs so she in love with me
Sippin' mudd f*ck a can of beer
Middle of the room shine like a chandelier
Gucci on my di*k
Gucci on my feet
Gucci for my b*tch
Gucci for my freak
Pull up in a Rover
Skurt off in a Benz
I don't need a b*tch
Motherf*ck a friend
f*ck the government and f*ck a cop too
I'm on your block
I'm in your top two
If I ain't hit it then I made her sweat
Diamonds on my neck
Then I got her wet
Aye, I ain't no rookie
I'm a veteran
Gotta taste that pus*y fore I settle in
And like a junkie, got her firendin
What's life about?
Yeah, what's the meaning?
[Hook: Wavy Jone$ (x2)]
Ion really know
What you wanna know?
Ion really know
What you wanna know?
Ion really know
What you wanna know?
b*tch we on a roll
Count a hundred slow
[Verse 2: Slug Christ]
Big slugga ridin down the interstate (okay)
Aye, meet me back, c*nt, so I can fornicate (okay)
Aye, yeah
Too much sh*t to contemplate (okay, okay, okay)
I wonder how I'm gonna die today (okay, okay)
All them racks went up my nose (yeah)
I'm feeling so imbalanced sh*t you already know
Push [?]
Free dexter why the f*ck he have to go
Catch me at the store, man
Meet me at the Texaco
Laying around the floor, man, I can't feel it anymore
I can't take it anymore, I'm running out of options
Telling me you're f*cking broke
Well why is that my problem?
Sleeping in a coffin
Hit up the street doctor
Like "Mr. Dopeman, what you got for depression?"
I'm hurting and I'm hoping that when tomorrow comes it'll bring the apocalypse