| Won’t fuck that’s a beat track |
| Won’t smoke unless it’s backwood wraps |
| She won’t ride unless she got somewhere to go |
| She get high so she don’t want to go |
| She won’t fuck until she about to go |
| Cause when she fuck she know she got to go |
| (I know she got to go, yeah) |
| When I’m walking in the room |
| Know I’m stepping on marble |
| No cellphone, can’t nobody call me |
| No license no insurance calling |
| No contracts bitch that’s real balling |
| Pullin up tanks teamsesh be the army |
| Ride with my brothas |
| Case you ever want to harm me |
| Trippin, fallin, jerry king lawler |
| King of the ring briefcase full of dollars |
| rip it down roll an ounce |
| Pound in the trunk |
| Another pound in the house, yeah |
| That’s skinny white pimpin |
| I ain’t hangin over pots skinny white whippin |
| I been flowin, backwoods smokin |
| Too fucking young to be going this awful |
| Blowin on doja, no limits soulja |
| Glock in the mystical holsta |
| And that bitch go bang |
| Creepin in the nights |
| Switchblade in my hand |
| What? |
| Bones |
| Sesh |
| Won’t fuck that’s a beat track |
| Won’t smoke unless it’s backwood wraps |
| She won’t ride unless she got somewhere to go |
| She get high so she don’t want to go |
| She won’t fuck until she about to go |
| Cause when she fuck she know she got to go |
| (I know I gotta roll, what?) |