Lyrics:

It's like this, I'm that guy, you're so fly
Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie
I'm that guy, you're so fly
Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie

Now, the way of today with the homies is straight
Gettin' fucked up off the dank, chronic
Bud, whatever you wanna call it
It's peace to you fuckin' alcoholics

For makin' the proper remedy
'Cuz when I hit it, bitches envy me
You say you want wine? Yeah, I guess that's fine
But Thai is the sky when you talkin' about mass

Now, my Thai got a friend named Gin
Got me all straight, now my dick won't bend
Now, I'm fucked for the rest of the night
Unless I find a piece of ass whether it's loose or tight

Now, looka here, looka here, I done found a bitch
Yummy for the dick, Jelly mix in the switch
Save that shit 'cuz I don't wanna be your man
Just need a little loosin', do you understand?

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai
Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high
Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai
Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high
Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie

Thinkin' about what I'm gonna do today
Party at my homies 'bout eight
I thought about goin' to the movies
But ain't nothin' like a bunch of proper ass hoochies

Dressed like a player, can't wear nothin' less
Some simple ass shit, even if it ain't Guess
Hit a couple of shots, now I roll to the spot
Bitches straight peepin' wanna know what I got

Well, one, two, three, here comes the D
Pass me the rotor, ooh wee
And now I'm ready for you bitches
So gang a dick licker, do you get the picture?

And so much love for y'all gals
And peace, love, and pussy to my muthafuckin' pals
And ay, yai, yai, I'ma stay high
And keep me a piece of that sweet potato pie

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai
Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high
Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai
Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high
Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie

The fellas wanna have a barbecue tonight
I think it's on about five
They say it's gonna have plenty dazzey duks
And Les says it's gonna be live

So, I'ma gonna grab me a plate of soup
'Cuz ain't not a damn thing changed
And now, I'm proper when fly and shit
But man do I feel strange

So I'ma go down to the liquor store
And find my friend named Gin
And go to the girl with the flyest Thai
And break her off a proper twin

And now it's time to make some shit
And look for the proper niece
And run a little game on the P.Y.G.
And tell it to her somethin' like this

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai
Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high
Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai
Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high
Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie

My mind's fucked up off chocolate Thai