Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

Told my bro roll a 'Wood We gon' spark that shit up Its gon' take all the pain away I'm stuck in my past My brothers they passed Look at my kicks Spanish bitch all on my dick Rollie, gon' ice out my wrist It cost a brick Baby, this not counterfeit

Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit She rode it like a soldier I say bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Girl that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like,

I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, big money on this Know that I'm

(Hey, hey) don't give a damn what people say (Hey, hey) save it for another day (Hey, hey) you gonna talk the talk then walk this way (Hey, hey) or save it for another day Check, check mic check one, two It's about that time This the year we take shit

Here we go now Pour the shots out Everyone is getting hammered And the tabs on me We're going hard cause we run this shit So stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch Take another and drink it all down We can have ten more We keep it rowdy as fuck

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head