Young Chop on the beat Hey yo nephew I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the mother***in' air But in the back room, you dig? I wanna get higher Finally caught my go-to guy Gotta know backwards flyer I'm bout to break one down with my supplies Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car Shawty, she bad *** around, take it to the store Brand new dash, I got brand new cash Brand new G, got her brand new ass Get a passport, tight Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup I, bout to build a commission, stash in the curb Watch the city go missing, me young nigga ran out with a little bit of bird *** you, don't get you, ain't no food Cartier handcuffs, nothing new, cops can't cop these In the back of the cab, this hoes like a dip from the front seat This her aftermath, like I got 50 cent on me Trap spies are like a store Nigga got a cup, chops on the floor Watch that door Watch that door Watch that door Watch that door Splat, I roll up 2.5s Epic 420, roll up 2.5s Way too stoned, I don't remember these guys Hold up so high, I don't risk my life, ain't even tryna go to these guys Hold up the strollers, I want the whole cut I make a slut slut, I eat it cold cut I get longer, we get stronger Bout to throw on her, bout to go bonkers She got a camel toe, I call her Marlboro I take you from the stars, take you to Marlboro She didn't get a chance to get my number She missed out on mama, she missed out on me and my mama I want it get higher Bout to call my go-to guy Got a new bag, it was fly I'm bout to break one down with my supplies Roll up some gas, I'm not talking a car Shout out to she bad *** around, take it to the stars Brand new dash, I got brand new cash Brand new G, got her brand new ass I got a lot of old money, everybody want something from me Gotta keep my hands on the steering wheel cause I foot the bill And I shoot the kill and I slide around in that Snoop DeVille And my gas tank is on full Stack goods then backwards, we cock back and we pull Bubble gum, cookies, OG and KK We like Craig and Day Day, who gives a *** what they say I be out here getting it, gotta get it cause I got it on I'm the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on It ain't as easy as I make it look See what I'm saying, I ain't playing nigga, take a look We on that G *** nigga, we lit and I'm seasick for real *** a thug, what it does, let's get this mother***ing money Cause I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces Them new cases, them new bases, them new aces Florianopolis, ain't no stopping us Power preaches patience, balling in two places Exchanging smoke faces Counting money on a pigeon, my pigeons Going fast, getting tonsils on the highway I fly to my AP, got me a Raleigh I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey And her hair dope And she suck me off the berkey, keep her hands off I don't *** with vapors but I'm high I got a bad bitch, I know she buy I wanna get higher I call my go-to guy Got an old backwoods fly I'm bout to break one down with my supplies Roll up some gas, I'm not talking a car Shawty she bad, *** around take it to the store Brand new dash, I got brand new cash Brand new G, got her brand new ass See man, a lot of you niggas think y'all can smoke with us This *** is a marathon, man Say no mother***ing 100-yard dash Man, step back, you ain't in our league Thug a thug, doggy dope Nephew, we on