[Intro]
I'm on the way
Beatboy taught me
[Hook]
Look, I'm high right now, I don't feel like no function
I'm tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit something
I just got paid, wait, that's every day sh**
I say come through, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way [x8]
[Verse 1 : Oktane]
Look, I don't hit the club if I don't want to
Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come through
Ain't no kicking it when they get here, n***a this ain't kung fu
And tell her friend if she act right, then she can come too
I remember when them women told me
They gon make me work for it
So I hit the studio, and I worked for it
Now I hit the club with all my bros, and she twerk for it
Probably cause a young n***a been working boy
Got to get it, can a n***a preach?
I hop out that pulpit
You date a lame n***a girl, stop with that bullsh**
Your girls knew it, you sound stupid, it's that new sh**
Pa** me a doobie, you be acting up and ain't in no movies
But the best thing a woman can have is her sh** together
And if she does baby that's perfect, let's get together
And I sound like the recipe, upgrade her if she next to me
I break her back and smack it just for testing me girl, look
[Hook]
[Verse 2 : Pricetag]
Alright, now point me to a thick bad b**h
That ain't heard of price
I'm smoking weed and losing weight, I call that herbal life
Hit the homies on the text like what's the word tonight
Where the [?] in the burbs tonight
Where the hoes that's tryna get served tonight
Don't stop, get it ho
Second street pimp b**h, call me Deuce Bigalow
And if I said I love you, I was probably playing
Till I come through and baby pull up like she potty training
I'm an IE n***a, got a b**h in Pomona
Come through and bust it open any time that I want it
She hit me like you need something babe
I'm right round the corner
Said girl, pick me up some blunts and a cold Arizona
I'll throw that a** in a coma, kush blunts my aroma
I don't f** with the club, I be at home, I'm a loner
Best believe if you hear me, I been burning down something
Real west side n***a, I ain't turning down n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 3 : Pricetag and Oktane]
[Pricetag]
I was 17 years old when we made the world do a dance
But if I don't f** with you now then I never knew you
Man you beat your chance, you hear these raps?
Whoo, too advanced, mister execute a plan
Hold your gat, move your hand
I don't f** with fake real n***as
Do a crime, snitch, and probably take a deal n***a
[Oktane]
Sit your a** down, nah you can't blaze and chill with us
West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya
I'm higher than the tip top of a roller coaster
The coast supposed to take over the game
You know it's over
And then I see your girl, she yawning
Then I know she want it
The world knowing bout them young n***as from California
Brobro keep it going
[Pricetag]
If they ain't know, it be the boy
The boy, the youngin, be the kid
This sh** feeling like chronic 2000 and 26
I'm the n***a you can hit, any time or any day boy
If you talking bout that pay then you know b**h up on the way
[Oktane]
Let's go, you know I do this sh** for the town, you understand
The family the only people around, you understand
I keep it G like it's at least 1000 on the man
Y'all boys just hundreds, we up in the CLS
500, we was riding n***a, bumping this
Price said
[Pricetag]
Oktane do not know who they f**ing with
If I ain't know the hand it's coming from then I ain't trust it
Spent my last on this gold chain, and I ain't tucking sh**
I'm finna shine on em, watch a n***a shine on em
Gator boot, pimped out suit, I big time on em
Word to DJ Sour Milk, I go 909 on em
If they ain't talking money I don't waste my time on em
On the way