Swisher Backwood Young Nudy & Pi'erre Bourne

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Uh, you gotta be smokin' a blunt in this mothafucka (Yeah)
Count that shit, dawg (Yeah)
Split that shit, dawg (Gang)
You ain't smokin', I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga

[Verse 1]
Count that shit up, split it with my dawg
Got your bitch in the spot and she turnt up (Turnt up)
Geeked up on this drank, so we turnt up (Tight up)
In the club, hunnid bands, in the ceilin', throwin' up (Yeah)
And I got your bitch drunk, bitch might be throwin' up (Yeah, yeah)
Percocet, yeah, all in my cup
Know I'm leanin' so I'm fiendin' for some more so pour me up
Strapped up, think about robbin' me, I'ma shoot you up
In my mind frame, in my head, I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm bloody so I'm thuggin' (Yeah)
Get money, so she love me (Yeah)
Sip lean, it's not bubbly (Nah)
My face lookin' ugly (Yeah)
Adderall got me muggy (Yeah)
Handgun, I'm like, "Fuck it" (Yeah)
The block, I stay thuggin' (Yeah)
These trenches, yeah, they love me (Yeah)
The gun, yeah, I'm 'bout it (Yeah)
You talkin', you ain't 'bout it (Yeah)
Bitch nigga, I'll show you (Yeah)
I whip out, eye-roll you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, like the blunt, I'll smoke you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, like the bread, I'll toast you (Yeah)
Put this bread on your head, them youngins, they'll toast you (Yeah)
Pull up on your block, got that gun, pita roll 'em (Yeah)
Big blunts (Yeah, yeah)