[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout my chips, take a n***a cookie
Smoking blueberry, rest in peace Tookie
Real dread head, head bang like Slipknot
b**h I'm from Florida, but I don't rock flip-flops
Shots in the air, but you don't hear a sound
Cause what goes up, must come down
Sixteen clips, n***a that's jail bait
Ride for my team like a muh'f**in' tailgate
Uh, yup, beer in the cooler
Check the foot work, but you don't need a ruler
Just Chuck Taylor's, no need for stunting
Hard a** hat on like I do construction
Smoking that gas, make a n***a burp
Pockets on fat, Gerald Levert
Picking up weight, something like a bar bell
Take one smell, then welcome to the cartel
[Verse 1 Repeat]