Man, you old pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass, fuck-ass, thick of the food-ass, K-Y jelly-packin' ass, nigga, you better get your bitch-ass up off the street, nigga, you got five seconds to get your hatin' ass up outta here, cause there's some drill-ass niggas in this motherfucker. Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfuckin' scope, y'all none snarlers, none smokers, none sippers, get the fuck up outta here, bitch! Nigga, there's some sippin' ass, pourin' up ass, smokin' ass, gettin' high-ass niggas in here, 3-6, UGK, nigga, we puttin' it down in this motherfucker. And we ain't playing with you, y'all know the motherfuckin' scope, ho, now pour it up, nigga. Dippin' on some scissors. Dippin' on some scissors. I'm real, workin' the wheel, a pimp, not a simp. Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear blimp. We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine pardonin'. Fuck niggas, make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargainin'. You say that you a boss, I ain't believe in that shit. You got the front of Geneva, watch with the Ferrari kit. Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassin' us. I got the red permissive scene, thick orange and yellow tux. Hyper-cold zone on the hands-free phone. The 84 prom on them blades, 20-inch chrome. If you got 16, you can get a fizzer. I'm chumpin' on that doja sweet and sippin' on that scissor. Some niggas scared to flown it. Some niggas, they want it, want it. Some niggas, they joanin', joanin'. But I be fucked up or phoned it. Roll with the mafia six. And we ain't bout that bullshit. If we gon' get high, we gon' get high. And we gon' house a bitch. Two niggas all at the mouth. Niggas all at the ass. And bustin' some half a nigga's dick hard all night. And she cool with that. She popped a pill of X. And drank on some orange juice. And just when you thought she was freakin', she done got super loose. Niggas comin' by threes and twos. All in circles like Dr. Goose. All that wanted components. She on that X and that 2D. From forty dollars for just one ounce. Tussin' X's. Now whisperin' out. Niggas zippin' and dippin' and trippin'. Man, I'm bout all out. Zippin' on some scissor. Zip, zippin' on some zip. Zippin' on some scissor. Zip, zippin' on some zip. Zippin' on some scissor. Zip, zippin' on some zip. Zippin' on some scissor. Zip, zippin' on some zip. People always askin' me. Me the three six high on that. Rollin' on them X pills. Stirrin' P-P-Powder Packs. What, what, what are we? That ain't like that we needin'. Night griller slow me down. Somethin' that keep me even. Nothin' like that yellow, yellow better. Hey, ya itchin' man. Talkin' like, what's up fool? Vocal chords soundin' lame. In my days, all we did was cheap out on a quarter pound. Come on Kobe. Eyes up up. This bitch shoulda knocked you down. Knock ya out. Make ya fall asleep. When ya on them wheels. Ain't no doubt. Hit me when I beat. For this refill. Once again. On my wicket. Ha. God I had a drink. Yeah my nigga. He ain't know I feel like I'm gon' fuck his bank nigga. Tell me what you know about Frank Nito. A young guido. Paul and Vito. We play a tune that's sweeter than pedito. With my three six niggas. Pourin' up in my southern credo. Quick fast. We'll put it on your ass like John Vito. Cause you frontin' rap sangers. Me creamin' like a zanger. You ain't from the manger boy. But you gets the bitter finger. Come danger. Rum drinker. Occasionally take your bitch to the tiller. And be a dick and come slinger. When big bun come danger. Nigga ring your alarm. Sexy thing on my arm. Cup of drink in my palm. And that crazy shit. I'm trippin' on some skinny bitches. Some that's wholesome. Florida the Folsom. For the most. I'm steady. Dipping on some, Dipping on some cities. D-D-Dipping on some, D-D-Dipping on some cities. D-D-Dipping on some, D-D-Dipping on some cities. D-D-Dipping on some, D-D-Dipping on some cities. D-D-Dipping...