Oh damn
Just got that new pack in the mail bitch
Just bought some sticky green
It's time to re-up ya know what I mean
(Nam sayin')
Grab the bag and dip the scene
Re-Up'd on Afghan kush and green queen
(Gotta go hoe)
Weight it and split it fast if they wanna drop off you know I tax
(Whoo whoo)
Every mile that's five on gas girl its straight cash ion want yo ass
(No ass bitch)
No app that's how you get caught
I learned my lesson can't afford another loss
Boss up quick or become a lazy bitch
Swallowing self pity say my life real shitty
But I can't do that ran the same ol' laps
Now it's time to do me and make my own stamp
Can't sit on my ass rather move these packs
Gotta clean the dirty money so I hit the laundry mat
Packs in the mail get moved to the scale
Full proof plan no chance it'll fail
Can't miss another chance to put myself on
Not a simple rapper with a one hit song
Texting all the custos to come by and shop
Got wax got pens even got moon rocks
Homie got straps so hurry up and buy
Try to jack us that's two between ya eye
Half or a whole shit smack on my soul
Can't move with a snitch gotta stick to the code
Never fold on a bro never break for a hoe
Keep ya enemies close even though it sound strange
Just know it won't change
(What)
Talking bout they feelings
(Huh)
Friends always change ya get one in a million
(Damn right)
Snakes turn chameleon that's all I see
No fake company rather be lonely
