Intro: La la la la Jet, jet, jet la la la la Verse 1: Yo, I can make c**aine b**hes gettin high from my music I just left the studio I swear I treat that b**h just like a crack house I put that work in pull them stacks out Now Im ridin' round in that Ferrari Fifty racks in the jaridge back pack I turn any situation into a party But wait, I be makin' c**aine Dealin' money from this motherf**in rap thing Yo, I get back to the studio I tell my b**h bring an ounce and a pack of cones Hol' on, I be writin' c**aine Raps every dope b**h wanna dope man Yo,I just left the studio b**h want a g n***a I come ride through She put it on her life she in love with me Baby girl just in love what that dick do Her home girl said I was official So now she comin' for herself to see if its true Wait, I be writin c**aine Raps at the crib chillen watchin' Scarface (yeah) Got a b**h rollin' up Now Im smokin' while that ho makin' pizza rolls OG kush put you in a sleeper hold If you a rookie then my doobies you don't need to smoke Around here we was raised by the G-code Around here it ain't said you already know That I can make Audio dope man Originat-tor Of this audio dope game mayne Outro I can make La la la la la I can make La la la la la Audio dope mayne I can make Yo wife out my mother f**in.. oh Let me hear it