This my burial scene, n***a
High off a substance, glad I said that I wasn't
And now I got a reason to try and grab her a** in public
Like f** it, can't say I'm new to this
Must say I'm true to this, I'm tryna get stupid rich
Like Ludacris with braids, b**h, get out my way b**h
T-bone and crash the car, try and swerve in my lane sh**
You think I won't then try me, Speak! is the man behind me
They dreaming of Gwen Stefani or when she used to sing for No Doubt
No doubt I still want that b**h throat now
See her later, me and the p**y have a showdown (straight)
The game I raid to my whole team
Got a dinner plate, off a pint of your grandpa moonshine
You n***as minute maid, getting paid to live it
Although a few of my n***as still getting paid to weigh and zip it
Distribute shipments, light up the splidiff
Can't learn to die and lay like [?]
n***as talking, I really did it
Continue business, n***a