Don't matter just don't bite it and don't spill my cup

And I don't want the bottle unless they sell mine up

She wanna f**k in my car so we fucked in the trunk

Mr Officer you handcuffin' or what

For hundred dollar two liter I pour that s**t up

I owe this nigga but I don't give a fuck

Just made sixty off the road damn right I scrape this s**t up

Goin' back and forth that I'm in grade with the plug

Take what they want they think I play for the son

I come from straight runnin' guns my heart don't play one on one

I sip that drink till I'm numb and I'm impatiently dumb

Like once our dude calls you an Uber you can stay 'till they come

Your ho just smoke up your grass shit your last shit

Just been spent sixty racks on Texas just last year

Got me back sellin' bag shit no half shit

Pourin' hot take off the glass yeah don't know how I ain't crashed yet

When crunch time all the youngins go to stickin' s**t up

Outside with that iron while they clinkin' the club

Booty plump she got trunk shawty shakin' her rump

I've been gone a couple months tryin' to see what is what

No matter what I swear I love her to death

When I was fucked up all the girls she was the only one there

Quarter chicken got delivered got it thrown on the scale

When the money go flippin' all the herb go to hell

Ya tell her oh well get w**d from somebody else

Designer stitching on my denim you could tell by the belt

Vacuum suction on the lips murdered the blunt

By the time you go to hit it ain't the s**t for your lungs