i can tell the way you sip drank you are not a fien my throat dry my head nodding i ben dranking lean i can tell we in the hood i seen a bunch off fiens how you get a bunch grass cause i ben shaking trees my fiens say im notorious but this is not a dream got two men that a half but this ain't charlie sheen sale some brown dog a vet and made a bunch off green i damn near went to sleep standing up i drunk too much lean fuck a pound in the trap i just bought a tree the plug ain't pull up in no hellcat he driving luxury exotic weed we do not inhale collard greens run up in a nigga dope spot boom botta bing one shot to the leg the other bullet hit his lime a bean its doctor trap i do not no know dr king bitch stuff these pills in yo pussy here go the vaseline that ain't no og baby this is gasoline iknow you got the plug on the dope but man who got the lean this ak got a microphone on it ill make it sing don't climb this ladder you might fall you can't shop with me i can't talk if it ain't mozzarella bitch stop texting me if it ain't bout a brick cocaine you can't stand next to me i told you this ain't no fucking molly this extacy i told you if you ain't sucking dick aint no sex with me