All these freaks around me make a playa never wanna leave
All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
So break yo'self, betta break yo'self
King of the chill, playin' for life
I like bitches rollin' blunts for me when I drive
Too slick for these pig polites
I push away in K-Town like a bag of rice
Two tokes, and I'm loco (loco)
Bitch give me head while I'm flippin' off the popo
Pimp shit, take a zip of the potion
I'm acting these hoes, put that ass in the motion
West Coastin', all that dope shit, like a roach clip
Of a big chick with her own shit
Breakin' in yo house, girl I'm in it now
Yo, I turn it out, turn it out
Chrome wheels stay spinnin', hoes grinnin', I'm winnin'
Uh, trip it right
Sundays I'm sinnin', no trippin'
Just dippin' ya to the light
Where the freaks at? At the motel
Where the G's hit you up like a jail cell
Put ya hands up to the top shelf
All my bitches betta break yo'self
Betta break yo'self
What it do, all my macks and hoes
Hit the Jack and roll, we get it crackin' though, thorough
How's the things where I smoke the finest
So tantalizing 'til my cheeky eyelids
can match my ride, drop flow like the bass
Got my view up-skirt, match the face
I can kill that cooch two thousand one ways
Give a cushion dick 'til she forgot about Trae
So when we gonna fuck? Murder was the case
Got you ice-creamin' on the rug, lemme get a taste
Yum, and when you haffa cum, pass it to my homie mate
East Side, throw it up, movin', neva playa-hate
All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
So break yo'self, betta break yo'self
King of the chill, playin' for life
I like bitches rollin' blunts for me when I drive
Too slick for these pig polites
I push away in K-Town like a bag of rice
Two tokes, and I'm loco (loco)
Bitch give me head while I'm flippin' off the popo
Pimp shit, take a zip of the potion
I'm acting these hoes, put that ass in the motion
West Coastin', all that dope shit, like a roach clip
Of a big chick with her own shit
Breakin' in yo house, girl I'm in it now
Yo, I turn it out, turn it out
Chrome wheels stay spinnin', hoes grinnin', I'm winnin'
Uh, trip it right
Sundays I'm sinnin', no trippin'
Just dippin' ya to the light
Where the freaks at? At the motel
Where the G's hit you up like a jail cell
Put ya hands up to the top shelf
All my bitches betta break yo'self
Betta break yo'self
What it do, all my macks and hoes
Hit the Jack and roll, we get it crackin' though, thorough
How's the things where I smoke the finest
So tantalizing 'til my cheeky eyelids
can match my ride, drop flow like the bass
Got my view up-skirt, match the face
I can kill that cooch two thousand one ways
Give a cushion dick 'til she forgot about Trae
So when we gonna fuck? Murder was the case
Got you ice-creamin' on the rug, lemme get a taste
Yum, and when you haffa cum, pass it to my homie mate
East Side, throw it up, movin', neva playa-hate
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