[Intro]
(Bloublood, y'know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
I put a P on a bitch on then fly
Walk down, n***a, got get you in the sky
I'm in the stu', my bro whipping that pot
I told my bitch that I'm icing the rock
I told my bitch I'ma get her some rocks
My shooter got lazy, he sipping on Wock'

[Verse]
Yeah, we been working hard, it's not a nine to five
She wanna fuck the guys, know she wanna talk to God
Don't join now, n***as still inside
You in the spot, you wasn't outside
Yeah, he said he want some beef but that shit fried (Ha)
All my n***as be throwing up B
[?] just on my feet
Top in the car, got [?]
I blew ten racks and that's just in a week
They hating on me 'cause they can't be me
Walk it out, I used to walk in the streets
I'm flying now, it's the airline for me
She want a bеstfriend but it can't be me
Mе and [?] sipping on Wockiki
Trip just pulled up in a Lamborghini
5.4 in the [?]
Two Perc thirties, it's a motherfucking sixty
If I OD, the opps gon' miss me
I don't think they was coming to get me
[Chorus]
I put a P on a bitch on then fly
Walk down, n***a, got get you in the sky
I'm in the stu', my bro whipping that pot
I told my bitch that I'm icing the rock
I told my bitch I'ma get her some rocks
My shooter got lazy, he sipping on Wock'