(Damn son, where’d you find this)

[Hook]

Got my scale with me
I got my drugs with me
Ain’t doin‘ no deal
Goin’ ahead, ain’t no love in me
Don’t hit my hendog, that bitch got drugs in it
Can’t sit in fucking my car, Im cuttin‘ up in it
I’m going sport mode bitch I ain‘t slowin‘ down
I spark my dope up and put the roof down
Free my fucking dawg about that (?)
Bitch stop pocket watching
This more than a few thousand

[Verse]

I’m in that fucking boat
I’m going super fast
350 for the Zip, this shit here Supergas
I don‘t want yo head bitch that shit be super trash
I don’t know your plug bitch, I might shoot his ass
Come back with a stupid bag
How the fuck he’s doing that?
How the hell he moving that?
How the fuck they cool with that?
I don’t want your crunchy ass weed
What the fuck ima do with that?
I don’t want your stepped on ass work
How the fuck ima move that?
They say im out my mind
They thinkin‘ its the bull
I think they pussy as hell
I know thеir bitch do to
Bitch I got shit I gotta go
Fake opps be pickin‘ and choosin‘
You ain’t gotta tell mе, I knew it
I ain’t got a dry plug fluid
[Hook]

Got my scale with me
I got my drugs with me
Ain’t doin‘ no deal
Goin‘ ahead, ain’t no love in me
Don’t hit my hendog, that bitch got drugs in it
Can’t sit in fucking my car, Im cuttin‘ up in it
I’m going sport mode bitch I ain‘t slowin‘ down
I spark my dope up and put the roof down
Free my fucking dawg about that (?)
Bitch stop pocket watching
This more than a few thousand

[Verse 2]

That two tone, knock him down
Look who got it now
Marlon Wayans Rocket
Who want a problem now?
Who highly doubt it now?
How the hell y’all Robbers now?
C-Murder bow to bow
31 right out the house
That’s my auntie outside
Let her ass in
She gon‘ check the mail, run to the store and bring that bag in
That’s my bitch
Tell her bring some food for the whole gang
Nephew, Pacquiao, I‘m Mayweather beat the pot That’s my whole name
[Hook]

Got my scale with me
I got my drugs with me
Ain’t doin‘ no deal
Goin’ ahead, ain’t no love in me
Don’t hit my hendog, that bitch got drugs in it
Can’t sit in fucking my car, Im cuttin‘ up in it
I’m going sport mode bitch I ain‘t slowin‘ down
I spark my dope up and put the roof down
Free my fucking dawg about that (?)
Bitch stop pocket watching
This more than a few thousand
I’m in that fucking boat
I’m going super fast
350 for the Zip, this shit here Supergas
I don‘t want yo head bitch that shit be super trash
I don’t know your plug bitch, I might shoot his ass