Lonewolf Baby Smoove

[Intro]
Ah, forty round on my
On my TEC right now
It got me
I got a forty round on my TEC right now
Meech
Uh

[Verse 1]
I got a forty round on my TEC right now
I fell asleep on her last night, I was too high
My mama and son straight, nigga, that's no lie
Lord please tell me why this drank so high?
I turn water into wine, I'ma hustle, not cry
In the field by myself, like a 1-8I
This a three gram 'Wood and it's all Turtle Pie
I seen the shit in that bag, boy that's all turtle lie
I remember I was lost, I ain't know what to do
When I really needed sauce, niggas ain't come through
I just had to realize that everybody ain't you
The way you lookin' out for them, bet they won't do for you
A bunch of Wock' in my fridge and a lot of '42
I can fit three hoes in a two-seater coupe
We can be romantic, let me hit it in the booth
I'm a VVS nigga, he wear SI2's