| You wanna shoot that dope? | 
| Snort that coke? | 
| Pop them pills? | 
| You love the way it makes you feel? | 
| Smoke them ‘woods, them Percs feel good | 
| That lean is real, you love the way it makes you feel | 
| What’s up with Afghanistan, that Taliban, that heroin, that Oxycontin | 
| That morphine, that codeine, that Percocet and them Vicodins | 
| You want that poppy seed? | 
| You so high, you can’t talk to me | 
| Afghanistan, Colombians, cooking grams like coffee beans | 
| We just want that hookup, man | 
| Selling ki’s, fuck cooking grams | 
| It’s the opioid epidemic, it’s going down and it’s not a gimmick | 
| Fuck that, I’m ‘bout to call Obama | 
| Ever since they killed Osama | 
| Them poppy plants, they got a million of ‘em | 
| And the whole world just fell in love with ‘em | 
| You wanna shoot that dope? | 
| Snort that coke? | 
| Pop them pills? | 
| You love the way it makes you feel? | 
| Smoke them ‘woods, them Percs feel good | 
| That lean is real, you love the way it makes you feel | 
| I know your ass giving me something | 
| So high, so good, I’m with you, we floatin' away | 
| We floatin' away, ah | 
| So high, so good, I feel so good when I’m with you | 
| I know you know, I’m so far away | 
| So far away | 
| Can I get a line, Obama? | 
| Can you put your boy in the game? | 
| I need that Afghan plug, I’m just tryna make some change | 
| Mexicans sell that ‘caine, everybody bang with gangs | 
| Get that bag, boy, nothin' ain’t ever gon' stay the same | 
| If it’s poppy seed or coca leaf, we don’t use it, we just smoke the weed | 
| Getting money is how it’s supposed to be | 
| You get rich, you stay close to me | 
| ‘Cause heroin makes more than crack | 
| We go to war, we bring it back | 
| It’s what we did in Vietnam, and nobody cared if we lost or won | 
| Just bring home our son, even if he’s hooked on heroin | 
| Give me that dope, I’ll sell you some | 
| It got you hooked, can’t tell you nothin' | 
| These opioids, they everywhere | 
| Pain killers, they hella scary | 
| Fuck around and OD, sippin' on that codeine | 
| I know your ass giving me something | 
| So high, so good, I’m with you, we floatin' away | 
| We floatin' away, ah | 
| So high, so good, I feel so good when I’m with you | 
| I know you know, I’m so far away | 
| So far away | 
| You wanna shoot that dope? | 
| Snort that coke? | 
| Pop them pills? | 
| You love the way it makes you feel? | 
| Smoke them ‘woods, them Percs feel good | 
| That lean is real, you love the way it makes you feel | 
| You know you wanna turn off the lights | 
| Grab my hand and let’s get high | 
| We only got one night | 
| Take a couple shots, nigga, get high | 
| So high, tonight… | 
| The moral of the story is: don’t do drugs | 
| Don’t do drugs… without me |