Think I’m Q Tip Oliver Francis (Ft. ​slvter (Rapper))

[Intro: Regina Hall & Marlon Wayans]
Shorty, I know you ain't drivin' without no papers
I got papers, blunts, bongs
All the ingredients to make a high nigga pie
Hahahahaha

[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
Posted in the sticks, blowin' doja with a bitch
Say she like the way I spit 'cause my rap game nice
Blowin' cigarillo smoke in this wrap just right
Shotgun in the trunk, seen them police lights
Pull the car to the side, put the weed on my nuts
Take the car out of drive and extinguish the blunt
Big homie in the back and he grippin' the pump
Remain calm, be cool 'fore the cop get slumped
It's the backwoods grippin', syrup sippin', blunt flickin'
Delinquent that you've comе to love
And I push my skin tone when it comе to drugs
Muzzle flash out the back look they're catching slugs
In the '03 blazer with them bustin' subs
Shit turnt to eleven, bumpin' Busta Bust
And the marijuana trees that we puff's a must
Smoke large quantities from dusk to dusk
I'ma tell you one time, "Don't fuck with us"
White Styrofoam cup, sip purple stuff
And you know it ain't shit for my goons to bust
Still rocking them khakis with a crease in the cuff
I ain't poppin' no mollies and I ain't sippin' no syrup
I'm just smokin' on something potent with some girls who deserve it, it's worth it
You worthless with them weak ass flows
All these married rappers acting like they still got hoes
All these broke rappers rapping like they still got dough
But we know that you should stay in your lane, you're too slow for me
So holla if you smoke crystal meth
Sorry, that was fucking weird