[Intro]
(WindyGotHits)
(Smoke and Angel)

[Chorus]
I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
I'm in that GLS, n***a, the 450
Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities
I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
I do not hate on folks, I do not knock n***as
My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you

[Verse]
These n***as ridin' dick just like a prostitute
These n***as run they mouth, but they still obsolete
I'm in a Rubicon, yeah, n***a, this a Jeep
I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet
Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so n***a, these shits was free
I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free
I be in Wailea or somewhere, I'm on the beach
I be in Lahaina chillin', I'm with a freak
Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat
I'm doin' shows at arenas, I'm fillin' seats
I got that pain in my songs, it be runnin' deep
Your weed ain't loud, when you lit it, it ain't a peep
Five hundred bags gone in four days, don't need a week
Seven day water fast so I am feelin' weak
I just popped two shrooms, so you know I'm feelin' geeked
She start undressin', so you know I'm finna beat
If you not shoppin', then n***a, don't talk to me
If you not shoppin', then n***a, don't bother me
Shooters at every door, it ain't no robbin' me
These n***as 3D printers, they gon' copy me
These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me
I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony
I got them racks, yeah, n***a, obviously
I live the scam life, n***a, obviously
[Chorus]
I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
I'm in that GLS, n***a, the 450
Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities
I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
I do not hate on folks, I do not knock n***as
My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you