[Verse 1: Joey Trap]
Run that bih' up like a track meet
Run that bih' up like a track meet
Gimme the pack and I might tax that, ooh
She gotta fatty I might tap that, ooh
Gimmie ya' addy we pulling up to ya' pad and then we gon pull out the rattle n' go click clack, ooh
I ride that bih' like a boat with a sail on it
She suck my di*k then I bail on her, ooh
I got a pack in a box that says mail on it
Open it up and then sell all it, ooh
I'm from the street man I feel like sesame, uh
All of these thotties wanna have sex with me, uh
Whip it n flip it I know the recipe remember me when y'all
n*ggas sleeping now u texting me, mmh
She ride my di*k like a skateboard, eww
I get the bop I don't date whores, eww
I gave her Xanax she might deep throat, mmh
I got my tool straight from Home Depot, yeah
Lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin'
sh*t okay
p*ss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick, mmh
[Verse 2: Comethazine]
40 round drum get him gone, aye
Aim it at f*ck n*gga dome, aye
Run through his crib when there's nobody home
And then take everything that he own, aye
My n*ggas got all them poles, aye
30 round drum at your nose, aye
n*ggas they don't want no beef, yeah
She wanna f*ck me cause my teeth, are golden
Talk all that sh*t "Whatchu mean?", its over
I can not smoke regular weed, its OG
I'm on a kill streak oh no
Uzi clip right at yo nose, aye
Ride with the chopper I might blow, aye
Free X n*gga free vro, aye
My n*ggas running with them poles, aye
I ball on n*ggas like D rose
Aye, aye, yeah
I smoke that boof with my vro, aye
I smoke that boof with my vro, aye