[Intro]
(Flea is the winner)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain't it crazy how they don't fuck with you until you turn up on they ass
I just wake up, get my dick sucked, jump right up in the bag
It's a thirty ridin' in the front seat, you wanna play then that's your ass
N***as really stealin' swag, I'm just chillin' I ain't mad
I'm too busy countin' up the guap, pourin' up the drop
I just dropped the top, dope still in my sock
That's just how I rock
I came up off a quarter-pound, fed it to the block
Flipped that twice, then re-up again, then open up shop

[Verse]
All I talk about is digital scales, zip locks and standin' in the kitchen
Cause' I ain't like none of these rap n***as, everything I rap, I done did it
My bitch thick like a vixen
N***a wanna play, he a statistic
N***a wanna play, be realistic
Hunnid' round drum and it's ballistic
Look at my ice, it's ridiculous
Last year I was fucked up
She keep talkin' while she toppin', shut the fuck up
I was down in that trap, they ain't give a fuck
Still fuckin' on that n***a bitch
Still that young n***a that don't give any fucks
[Chorus]
Ain't it crazy how they don't fuck with you until you turn up on they ass
I just wake up, get my dick sucked, jump right up in the bag
It's a thirty ridin' in the front seat, you wanna play then that's your ass
N***as really stealin' swag, I'm just chillin' I ain't mad
I'm too busy countin' up the guap, pourin' up the drop
I just dropped the top, dope still in my sock
That's just how I rock
I came up off a quarter-pound, fed it to the block
Flipped that twice, then re-up again, then open up shop