[Verse 1] I can make c**aine b**hes getting 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 I'm riding round in that Ferrari Fifty racks in the Joyrich backpack I turn any situation to a party I be making c**aine Dealer money from this mothaf**in' rap thang I get back to the studio I tell my b**h bring a ounce and a pack of cones, hold on I be writing c**aine Raps every dope b**h wanna throat mane I just left the studio b**h want a G n***a come ride through She put it on her life, she in love with me Baby girl just in love with what that dick do Her homegirl said I was official So know she coming for herself to see if it's true, wait I be writing c**aine Raps at the crib, chilling watching Scarface, yea Got a b**h rolling up Now I'm smoking while that ho making pizza rolls OG kush put you in a sleeper hold If you a rookie then my doobies you don't need to smoke Round here we was raised by the G code Round here it ain't said, you already know That I can make ...Audio dope mane, L Origina-tor ...Of this audio dope game, mane I can make...