G.I. Fleezy - Dope in my Styrofoam lyrics

(sample from Tyrone Davis - 'In the Mood') Say, b**h don't get too comfortable Say, b**h don't get too comfortable b**h, don't get too comfortable Never let a b**h get too comfortable b**h don't get too comfortable [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] It's mister ho-breaker, dope slanger, dope drinker Straight hopped up out the coupe, high off that juice, I'm no stranger to this Getting lit, getting blowed, [?] dipped in gold Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center, two centerfolds 'Bout to go too deep, I ain't f**ed her in like two weeks, feel like two months And ripping pineapple fanta, fired up two blunts And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm f** it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smoking on? Amber wax and anthrax, b**h I keep a Xan pack Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at Amber wax and anthrax, b**h I stuff them grams fat Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check I'm about to cash that [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Said I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my styrofoam, man Said I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man [Verse 2: G-Wiz] Just scooped my blood b**h in a blue brougham Leather feel so soft, these hoes like riding with no shoes on Pineapple and purple the potion, I'm on that candy sip All I do is player sh**, 100% Versace, b**h One more n***a on the run with the yellow Ho fine as f**, from De Janeiro, but she play with her nose though And I ain't mad at her, because I stay with my medicine Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine in my beverage Pour up on that ice, hit the lights, on some moody sh** b**hes, dope, and dollars on some Tarantino movie sh** Other people's p**y, still keep a whole lot of it Gold pack in my wallet, with about a seventh of dope in my pocket Getting blowed [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] [Verse 3: G.I. Fleezy] Like when you feeling good, cause b**h I feel so right Like moving out my body, purple paint and fanta got me tight I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside b**h, wipe your feet and wipe me down, b**h we don't play around I'm [?] How you stay focused and function, b**h we gon' blaze a pound So when the last time you heard that, yeah we really made for this So go and send the word back Right about now, time to tally up a staple Got them ready, willing, able Molly-popping, make 'em get down on the floor with the business And they live for the getting it Player, out here with it, and that's me The real player with a G [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]