Bru Swain! agatewaydrug. Yeah. Let's do it
[Verse One]
I'm swerving through traffic. Glad I brought my bag s**t
Party down the road. Got a call saying I pa**ed it
Bad b**hes with fat tits. Little dude with swag tricks
Pull so many hoes you would swear that it's magic
I'm the king of my s**t, boss of my s**t. I go big. Rick Ross in this b**h
I ain't never lost on my s**t, I'm cold like Emma Frost on my s**t
I go HAM-never soft on my s**t and I'm always smoking pot in my s**t
Yeeeah
[Hook]
I'm always painting on these walls: that s**t you can't read
With a bag full of paint and a blunt full of weed
I'm claiming all these spots and I'm playing for keeps
Painting 'ECM' everywhere with Steelo and Minks
Yeah, we repping that s**t everywhere we go
In a whip with my homies and some s**y hoes
Painting s**t and getting high is all we know
So, roll another one and light it, bro. [x2]
[Verse Two]
Got a colorful town and it's all because of us
We go out every night and we throw them pieces up
From every bridge to every billboard, every bridge to every sign
When you see ECM, b**h. You know that it's mine
Yeah it's not no gang and it has nothing to do
All it is, simply is. Is a f****ng paint crew
To any of ya'll who say that ain't cool
Well, that's too f****ng bad. I'mma do what I do
[Hook x1]
[Verse Three]
Roll up a blunt and light it up. Roll up to the sun and ride it up
Roll up to the wall and I paint it up. When I'm waking up, I'm baking up!
You look like you're shaking up. you feel your earth quaking up
The son of my flow. Making love. And best believe I'm making it c**
I do what I do and I don't give a f**k
In a day hard at work. Purple Rain in my cup
Looking good for all these b**hes let me say what's up
Then she give me three minutes and she let me beat it up
I never had to try no, no. Not once
These b**hes straight forward they don't ever try to front
She texting me saying she wants my d**k for lunch
And then she said "put it in my bu*t." Like whaaaat?!
[Hook x1]