Know What’s In It Juicy J, Lex Luger & Trap-A-Holics

[Intro]
Coinbase, why is it so fuckin' hard to get in this damn app, my nigga?
Like I got me sendin' emails and texts, codes and shit, my nigga
(What's in your blunt man?)
Tryna get high (What's in your blunt?)
And spend some money, man (Nigga, what's in your blunt?)
Throw some money, yeah (What's in your motherfuckin' blunt?)
Shutdafuckup

[Chorus]
Got my turn up cup, jolly ranchers and sprite (Ranchers and sprite)
And you already know what's in it
Got my paper plane rolled, I'm 'bout to take flight
And you already know what's in it
Got my Gucci duffle bag when I hit the club (Let go, let go)
And you already know what's in it
Got my Draco on my side, fuck a nigga up
And you already know what's in it

[Verse]
Bitch, don't blow my high, go 'head, open wide (Wide)
We ain't gotta pull the car over, (No, sir) you could suck it from the passenger side (Suck it)
Count bands up then we go live (Live), gettin' cake but it ain't no surprise (Surprise)
They must have put Crisco in my zaza, bitch, I'm fried
My young boys will slide, shit lookin like Call of Duty (Duty)
Swear, lil' homie on a kill streak, he done went and put a drum on a Uzi (Uzi, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Act like you know what's goin' on, (Goin' on) Memphis, Tennessee, there's a warzone (North)
Nights should be out here gettin' this money, instead, niggas killin' over hormones
Damn, bad bitches all on my G5 (Five)
Every last one I'ma try 'cause I got game like PS5 (Five)
Half a million sittin' on my wrist, call the fire marshall, we lit (We lit)
Pop me a Perc' with a bitch, she gonna play with my stick
We gon' put it on Twitch (Freaky ass ho)