[Verse 1]
I was chillin’ with my b**h, we was gettin’ high as sh**
f** around and start trippin’, I was thinking about a lick
Then I called my twin told him bring the F&N
He said he already got it, make sure you bring your friend
He say I see you in about ten, we met up at the Coney
Seen an old head with a cuban and a rolley
n***a run that sh**, you better not make a move
He tried to run back up in the Coney with his food
I seen my brother shot him, so I shot him too
Get that cuban and the rolley, f** it, get the money too
I was trippin’ hard, f** the white and blue
Oh sh** we gotta go, before we end up on the news
[Hook]
Off a whole gram of molly, and my b**h think I’m trippin’
Now I’m clutchin’ on my forty, all I can think about is drillin’
I hate f** sh**, slap a b**h n***a, k** a snitch n***a, rob a rich n***a
I think I’m trippin’, I think I’m trippin’
[Verse 2]
So I called up sosa, he said we about to take off
Gotta keep that b**h on me
Cause they gonna start hatin’ on me
So I walked outside with my Mac 10
Some n***as rolled up on me sayin’, “Snap you shot my man”
So I upped my sh** and let off about ten
Then they pulled off, now they got me on ten
Hopped up in my sh**, then I peeled up
Pull up on them n***as seen they mans bleeding out
That’s what you get for acting tough
You about to end up like your mans
Hopped out the whip, blew those n***as like a fan
[Hook]