Lyrics:

I shall stunt on all these hoes
Every single time aye
I been throwin big faces
Ain no singles on me
Why the fuck these hoes
Blowin up my phone all day
Paul Wall in the styrofoam
Sittin sideways
Me and shawty roll a blunt
I take her hand and fly away
We buy out the bar
And take it back to my place
Roll a cigarillo
Take that shit to my face
Marijuana straight from Cali-for-nye-aye
I been juggin lean out the duplex
And my lil shawty
Turnt down off a Xanax
Suicide doors
Yeah I charged em to the Amex
Suicide doors
And I charged em to the Amex
The other night
A bitch rear ended me up in the coop
So I just gave that bitch a band
And told her call it cool
And every night you find me rolling doobies
By the pool
I might pull up
And unload with the uzi on ya crew
I fuck a bitch and then I smoke a doob
I pour the 4 up in a styrofoam and call it cool
I pour the 4 up in the styrofoam and call it cool (Yea, yea)
Bitch you know I do
My bitch says that she can't fuck with me no more
Its probably cuz i'm reaching out of her goal
My homies ain't the same they was before
It's probably cuz' I gets a lot of dough
It's probably cuz I fucks a lot of hoes
It's probably cuz I smokes a lot of dope