(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)

I'm tripping

I don't take no

Like Kash Doll, I won't crash it

I don't take no Adderall, this lean gon' keep me up

I think that boy obsessed with me, he keep hugging my nuts

Pop a fifty dollar 30, this a fifty dollar blunt

I get sick like Donald Trump if ain't no codeine in my cup

She gave me head, she wore my chain

I don't know it just felt better

I be takin V cuts, I'll never pop a Tesla

I think I'm Future when I'm high

it be feeling way, way better

Pour some pop inside the pint, I'm just tryna get the extra

I've been lookin at the Huracans, I might get one tomorrow

You the type to call your mans like

"What clothes can I borrow? "

Ain't no justice in the streets

we just gon' get them tomorrow

Three guns in my car, y'all know how I ride around

My lil' Asian, she so bad, got Chanel all on her bag

Niggas know I'm rich and rolling, I be bouncing to the bag

I really love the taste of Wock', take a sip and do my dance

I'm in the mall with my chain out, FN in my pants

This a big body Benz, like Kash Doll, I won't crash it

She want me to ice her out like Kash Doll but she average

He think he macho man, he got put right in a casket

Swung that choppa as a kid, I could never call my daddy

No cap I feel like Boonie, I start singing when I want

I really do that shit I rap and if you try me, I won't choke

Automatic MAC-11, it'll stop a moving boat

These niggas know what cracking, I start shooting at my show

I sent her a text, "I wanna fuck

"then sent her, "Never mind"

I fell in love with red, my cream soda just look like wine

We might start taking niggas to make sure they never found

My brother got shot twice but we gon' take all of 'em down

Why you talk behind my back?

You could've just called my phone

You know the talk behind my back

I've been hopping out way to long

He ran to the internet, that's basically like you told

And I love my money counter, the sound when it cut on

VV on my neck, scratch your bitch off my checklist

I swear to, I miss the days when Hi-Tech was at CVS

Turn that nigga to a cheerleader, he cannot claim the F

We gon' hop out, walk 'em down, put like twenty in his chest

I smoke big Backwoods, I'm good for life in my hood

I'm in LA, fucking, but I ain't pull out, she felt good

I'ma sip this drank forever 'cause it make me feel so good

This a hardwood classic, all my niggas swing the wood

Riding 'round with them choppas, we be up to no good, I be

Yeah, yup, I bounce the hardest, we rich for life

All that, this a Hardwood Classic

all my niggas swing the wood

Yeah

All my niggas play with, we be rolling through the hood

Yeah yeah, if he claim the basketball

then we rolling through the hood

I got, that'll take out

Mhm