| Woke up one morning, hang over from last night | 
| I was drunk as fuck plus I was throwin up, | 
| an my eyes was like hella tite | 
| Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reachin for a sack | 
| I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door | 
| An fo’i did I went back an grabbed my… strap | 
| I be whippin some shit, nigga gimme some shit | 
| nigga triplin some shit, nigga flippin some shit | 
| You got some yayo, give it here | 
| I triple that shit for only fifty percent | 
| See bitch I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store | 
| Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga what y’all hittin fo' | 
| Nigga, wassup, yeah I might man, keep it tight man | 
| It be like Charles Barkley | 
| I be hittin three four, all day in the dice game | 
| Man, it’s cool, but umm, some of these niggas be faulty | 
| Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I’ma have to toss him | 
| See y’all be trippin but I don’t be slippin | 
| Pop a clip in when I’m blastin an best believe I don’t be missin | 
| It’s that nigga — wassup, playa, niggas get fucked | 
| Playa haters get bucked, so wussup? | 
| Bitch it be A, B, C, D, E Yo the last letter be me, a straight G I keep busters on they back, keep 'em flat that | 
| Nigga, wassup, one-times'll try to check ya, I’m at that | 
| Woke up this mornin, something didn’t feel right | 
| Look to my side cuz I felt some thighs | 
| Musta been the girl I met at the club last night | 
| I had to look twice, damn nigga, I was just like what? | 
| Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick | 
| and I knew last night I musta fucked |