[Hook: A$ton Matthews]
Weed by the pound, lean in my cup
All these b**hes coming 'round and they leaving here with us
The homie's got the four pound if you tryna press your luck
Get it wrong, yeah you n***as know what's up
b**h we 'bout to turn up
Uh, yeah, uh, turn up
Uh, yeah, uh, turn up
[Verse 1: DA$H]
Dropping dope just like a dread head
Tatted like a cholo, Actavis in my solo cup
Drinking like a pound of [?], yup
Looking for a hoe to f** and s**
Hella blunt, like the sh** I'm smoking
[?] motion, dead the bottle soon as that motherf**er open
Yeah so, as I parlay through the beach
If it's beef, call my n***as from the Naughtys , tires screech
Hammers busting, no discussion
Leave him red like he was blushing, damn
Son of Sam, run the game like I was Vince McMahon
Going ham, yup, high as Mars
Plan of ours, drop some bars, buy some cars
All my n***as ball, Abdul-Jabbar
k**ing sh** n***a, Freddy, Jason, mixed with Chucky
If the b**h f** me she lucky, only worried 'bout my bucks be
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
Posted with my n***as and we chilling
Two twin Glocks, Warren Sapp in the building
Turning up the spot and we dope dealing
White b**hes give me top, I supply the coke they sniffing
And she f**ing with them G's, f**ing with them key's
Keys open doors, after I f** she gotta leave
Posted with the team, forty with a beam
n***as on my tip, make them young dro show the lean
Uh, in the trap I grand hustle
Birds in the stove, bands in the duffle
Money equals power, power equals muscle
Give his a** a lead shower, turn his picture to a puzzle
Motherf**ing Fatts
[Hook]