Intro
She say she love it when my gun go boom
Two bad bitches in the room and they are nude
Two freaky bitches and I know that they not prude
They looking for Coke so I gave they ass a clue
I pop a perc then I go pop a blue
Got my dick hard from like 10 to 2
She smiling while she riding she excited too
Pineapple juice guess I got a sweet tooth
She don't ever lie to me she tell the truth
I ain't ever selling shit unless I make a profit
They listen when I talk I'm feeling like a Prophet
Whip up the crack we got white and we got options
RIP Huey make the crack pop and lock it
She giving me that brain she giving me that mental
I'm all in her jaws giving her that dental
We flew to Miami and we fucked in the rental
Stayin' up to date so I went and got a Kindle
If a nigga want smoke he get lit up like a candle
I want all the smoke and I ain't talkin' bout no Camels
Fuckin' on his bitch got her wearing Versace sandals
Giving her that wood while I'm rocking a flannel
Always laying low even running to the store
Paranoia kicking in when I'm walking out the door
All of these demons won't leave me alone
I gotta stay high I gotta stay stoned
These niggas are simps they cuffin' the hoes
She gave me some top to go play with her nose
I'm keeping it real she won't be exposed
I pop me seal and we pour up some more
Told to me to my face she wanna get fucked like a whore
I laid on the bed and she took off her clothes
She bent that shit over she touched on her toes
Fuck it drop this shit this is the intro
Two bad bitches in the room and they are nude
Two freaky bitches and I know that they not prude
They looking for Coke so I gave they ass a clue
I pop a perc then I go pop a blue
Got my dick hard from like 10 to 2
She smiling while she riding she excited too
Pineapple juice guess I got a sweet tooth
She don't ever lie to me she tell the truth
I ain't ever selling shit unless I make a profit
They listen when I talk I'm feeling like a Prophet
Whip up the crack we got white and we got options
RIP Huey make the crack pop and lock it
She giving me that brain she giving me that mental
I'm all in her jaws giving her that dental
We flew to Miami and we fucked in the rental
Stayin' up to date so I went and got a Kindle
If a nigga want smoke he get lit up like a candle
I want all the smoke and I ain't talkin' bout no Camels
Fuckin' on his bitch got her wearing Versace sandals
Giving her that wood while I'm rocking a flannel
Always laying low even running to the store
Paranoia kicking in when I'm walking out the door
All of these demons won't leave me alone
I gotta stay high I gotta stay stoned
These niggas are simps they cuffin' the hoes
She gave me some top to go play with her nose
I'm keeping it real she won't be exposed
I pop me seal and we pour up some more
Told to me to my face she wanna get fucked like a whore
I laid on the bed and she took off her clothes
She bent that shit over she touched on her toes
Fuck it drop this shit this is the intro
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Gallegos
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