[Verse]
Drop a four in a two that's a muddy Mountain Dew
Pop a Xan', sip a brew, I'm OhGees, who the fuck is you?
HellaWave, thought you knew and I'm so sauced to the shoes
Said I'm so sauced to the shoes
She hop on my dick like an ollie
She fuckin' the team, we runnin' the trolley
Green with the lean, at the bottom sip the jolly
Sniff a lot of xan and I pop a lot of molly (god damn)
I stay HellaWave, extended clips, stay the hell away
Tryna rob me, I'ma let it spray
Grah, and that's everyday
All my niggas been catched a case
Make a nigga turn to God like Pastor Mase
Catch your bitch I'ma beat that shit
He don't want beef, boy I eat that shit
Smoke a lot of dope 'cause I need that shit
If a ho press me I'ma tweak that bitch
Say it to your face, I don't sneak that diss
And I got a lot of clips if you need that shit
Rollin' in the drop top with the mob pop
Forty Glock shot, pop make a nigga stop, drop, roll
Get to the floor when we hit the door
Shit in the bread, bought the bricks for the low
She set you up 'cause I'm hittin' your ho
So we up them poles, my niggas we go
Go hit the lick, all thanks to your bitch
Say you got bricks, you ain't needin' this shit
Did a good job so I'm feedin' the bitch
We took your work, we ain't needin' your bitch
Now she back with you, deceivin' and shit
Callin' you bae, she call everyday
She stealin' your lean and she bring it my way
I pour with my homies and nut in her face
I sleep with my K, eat with it too
Mafia shit, only eat with a few
Drop a four in a two that's a muddy Mountain Dew
Pop a Xan', sip a brew, I'm OhGees, who the fuck is you?
HellaWave, thought you knew and I'm so sauced to the shoes
Said I'm so sauced to the shoes
She hop on my dick like an ollie
She fuckin' the team, we runnin' the trolley
Green with the lean, at the bottom sip the jolly
Sniff a lot of xan and I pop a lot of molly (god damn)
I stay HellaWave, extended clips, stay the hell away
Tryna rob me, I'ma let it spray
Grah, and that's everyday
All my niggas been catched a case
Make a nigga turn to God like Pastor Mase
Catch your bitch I'ma beat that shit
He don't want beef, boy I eat that shit
Smoke a lot of dope 'cause I need that shit
If a ho press me I'ma tweak that bitch
Say it to your face, I don't sneak that diss
And I got a lot of clips if you need that shit
Rollin' in the drop top with the mob pop
Forty Glock shot, pop make a nigga stop, drop, roll
Get to the floor when we hit the door
Shit in the bread, bought the bricks for the low
She set you up 'cause I'm hittin' your ho
So we up them poles, my niggas we go
Go hit the lick, all thanks to your bitch
Say you got bricks, you ain't needin' this shit
Did a good job so I'm feedin' the bitch
We took your work, we ain't needin' your bitch
Now she back with you, deceivin' and shit
Callin' you bae, she call everyday
She stealin' your lean and she bring it my way
I pour with my homies and nut in her face
I sleep with my K, eat with it too
Mafia shit, only eat with a few
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