| I used to do dumb shit so OGs would give me coins |
| Back in the days of finger waves and grimmy joints |
| One nigga, stupid doo doo dumb nigga |
| False ID to the police, always on the run, nigga |
| In and out of jail like a fuckin' alcoholic |
| I was doin' my thug thang, or whatever you wanna call it |
| Now I’m off the toilet, shittin' on everything |
| You niggas can’t spoil it, I’m hittin' my Mary Jane |
| I stack that, I’m strapped with a fat gat |
| Ready to clap clap; any function, I’m at that |
| Security don’t search me 'cause I’m VIP |
| Got my S-T-R-A-P, be everywhere I be, heat |
| Whoa, blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy |
| Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit |
| Little mama got the bomb, bomb head |
| Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit |
| I knew you was a southjaw, headers of the century |
| I mean, ostrich neck, uh |
| She’s like a jizm magician |
| Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit |
| (Blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy) |
| Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit, bitch |
| Yeah, I was considerin' first class tickets to Boston |
| But instead we goin' to Jawmaica on a red eye |