Yuh, yuh
Say, who want the smoke
I got big lungs, and they full automatic
I got your bitch tongue all on my fabric
Give the XDrive when I cut up the traffic
I ain't like the face much
But the Benz truck parked inside the crib from the streams that I stacked
It's a, it's what a dream as a kid what I
This is what I mean, you ain't gotta don't stress

Top with the full of Chrome
Put her legs on my shoulder
Like a tiger, I blown bone broth in a bowl
Like I gotta back hole
But it's only sent back to they home
Nobody got
Put her hand in my pocket, so I probably the pants priest
I used to hide the dirty paysticks inside of a dirty pillowcase
And ever since I blame the money I can't sleep

Yuh, huh, yuh, huh
Chevy ridin' through yo' Che-
Chevy ridin' through yo' ville
Yuh, huh, yuh, huh
Chevy ridin' through yo' Che-
Chevy ridin' through yo' ville

I don't get it, never had a hand
But you mad I don't listen
Never look at the tag I buy, no issue
Why you gettin' pressed 'bout a bitch, she don't miss you
Bitch, she don't miss you
Yuh, huh
No green tips like tissue
Spill green pink paint, counted up
If you wanna get talking, I need in the paper, the bank that simple, yuh