3 Gram Backwood Icebirds, Bando & 44 OakBoy

[Intro: 44 OakBoy]
This a Shawty another exclusive, nigga
Let’s go

[Verse: 44 OakBoy]
Choppa spit jus like a fan
Jus knocked her down, couldn’t be her man
Too much smoke off in the room, you might get high off second hand
That lil’ bitch, she got a tan
Can’t get this drip, it came from France
Takin’ trips jus me and Ben
I’m overseas, gon’ in the wind
Don’t worry ‘bout me, bit’, mind your business
Off the lean, don’t sip no Henny
Couldn’t cuff the bitch, so I jus hit it
Can’t trust these bitch and these niggas
Stay wit’ 3 grams, I don’t do the Swishers
Chop up a brick, might fuck on your sister
Count it up quick like I’m on a mission
Play wit’ her heart, that wasn’t my intentions
The money is comin’ my hands is itchin’
Didn’t go to school but thumb through tuitions
Can’t be my bitch, ‘less you independent
Slide wit’ the stick, can’t get caught slippin’
Slide on your block, light it up and I’m dippin’
Send me the address and you know that we shippin’ it
Came up from nothin’, I’m steppin’ in Fendi
No need to talk, I shot ‘til it empty