she a redbone like big lotto i kiss and grab her hips/ stacking everyday is the goal like Pringles, wheres these the chips/ we play then we lay, im on cheese again i gotta dip// back to the shop to get a grip look at the flick of the wrist/ i come from the trebches where the people really strange/ jays putting bobby in thier vains scrating like loose change/ haters never in the way strapped up outside for the play/ one swipe of this blade will give a nappy thug waves freaky friday, i need my chips finally found my friend she need a fix/ addicted to the love that i give/ she got Trill tatted on her wrist