[Intro]
Aye bruh, call up the weed man bruh
Call up the kush, man
Yeah man, call that n***a' bruh
Oh you finna' come through, you finna' drop off the kush?
Alright, alright
Fasho'
[Verse]
I just copped some f**in' dro, finna' pull up to the sto'
Dressed in all black, like a mo' f**in' crow
n***as starin' at me, man what's the issue, folk?
I'm trynna' cop a dutch and smoke with the bros
I don't got that Glock, same color as a clit
I cop the dutch pack, and I hop in the whip
Bumpin' Baby Sun, and we skrrt off quick
Got the window down b**h, Lil Tracy sh**
Pull up to the crib, hop out like a pimp
Close the damn do', damn right I lock the sh**
I know these broke n***as out here plottin' sh**
Sell a damn rock n***a, stop robbin' sh**
Walk in the crib, n***as all be smokin' sh**
n***a match up, n***a let me get a hit
Roll my dutch up, and it's fruity like my b**h
Take three hits, I'm ‘bout high as a cliff
Take another hit, then I pa** to my kin
Samsung ringtone, got a text from my b**h
She said, “Lil Tracy what'chu doin' ‘round 6?”
b**h, I'm smoking weed, come through with yo' friends
She said, “Hell nah, come through by yo' self!”
I hit the damn dutch and I thought to myself:
Last time shawty started grabbin' on my belt
Lil Tracy all up in the box like mail
s** my damn dick, like he ain't do sh**
If shawty clean put the tongue on the clit
I'm a real n***a b**h it is what it is
Grab her by the neck, shawty said she like the sh**
[Outro]
Oh, woah... Woah!
God damn, n***a
Woah
These hoes is crazy, bro
I'm so serious
Aye man, I think I'm Lil B brah
I literally violated the b**h