[Verse 1]
Riverside Ave, copped a ball
Hit the bowl with the window cracked
Pa**ed out hit this hoe up she ain't hit me back
So I got up outta Dodge cuz these n***as jack
And ion even wear a seat belt I ain't never strapped
Stupid n***a prolly hit me for a f**ing black
So I hit the back road to my n***a crib
He smoking good, I'm tryna get it how my n***a live
Hoping this potent in my throat open my n***a ears
We get too throwed expose our fears and all end up in tears
Get it together hit the corner for another beer
A couple crackers in Impala on my f**ing rear
I had to cut the AC up cuz it got hot in here
And we can smoke another blunt but n***a not in here
I swear these b**hes only love my for my knotty hair
I shave my head and cut my beard I'll prolly disappear
One hand on the wheel while I fix the mirror
Two blunts in the air n***a That's a pair
You know the feeling when you thuggin don't nothing compare
And you ain't gotta aim at nothing just but in The air
Three young black n***as tryna' get there
4 times for the Ville this sh** real
R.I.P. GT this sh** real
He ain't make it this far ain't sh** fair
Yeah
[Bridge]
I was on my dick dawg
I was thinking maybe we could get rich dawg
I wrote a song for yo b**h dawg
Maybe she can bust it open for a big dawg
[Hook]
Smoke good eat good like a big dawg
Dream big die hard like a big dawg
Live free drive fast like a big dawg
Rubber band on a stack like a big dawg
May she can throw it back for a big dawg
Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg
Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg
Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg
[Verse 2]
Riding paranoid in a rental with six n***as
Six empty bottles just k**ing a n***a liver
Sick I had to vomit a taco and conch fritters
Them coppers won't f** with us in the bottom cuz we chillin'
Had to divorce a swisher, split it fill it with Christmas
Then hit it forget my sentence like dammit I should've writ it
Dammit my n***a jiggin, his eyes remind me of Riddick
I can't let his momma see him she a different type of Christian
Hope his father forgive us, he told us we didn't listen
Too busy taking risk and forgetting what we was given
My n***as think I'm tripping cuz I spend my time spittin' but I promise if they hear it
They'd see I'm tryna' get a pocket full of politicians countin' all my new friends
Tryna' make a proposition on a all-black new Benz
All that new money tie up all my loose ends
I bet a hundred thousand pay for all my new sins
[Bridge]
[Hook]