Lyrics:

[Intro]
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas
I just realized y'all can't fuck with me
And you never will, bitch-ass niggas
Weezy F. Baby, believe that
Haha, yeah

[Verse]
I got them 24 inches
Sitting on them Joe Buddens
And the trunk straight jumping
Bitch, I can't hear nothing
Or I might do the Spurs
Sitting on them Tim Duncans
And in that Lamborghini
I do donuts like Dunkin's
How come every bad bitch
With a pussy wanna fuck him
But I just feed 'em drugs
And just watch 'em fuck each other
My neck was a hundred
And my wrist was another
It make her pussy wet
I leave that bitch with a puddle
I'm a beast, I'm a dog
I should rap with a muzzle
Peyton Manning flow
I just go
No huddle
Baby girl getting straight dick
No cuddle
You know I'm out this world
I just bought a space shuttle
I'mma put some
D's on that bitch
And these hoes starting to get like
Fleas on my shit
Have you seen her? Who? Nina
She's on my hip
Yellow/white diamonds, call it
Cheese on them grits
You niggas ain't ballin
Real talk
You niggas can't guard me
Two niggas can't guard me
You looking at Jordan
From the side
Like Spike at the Garden
I got the hardest bars
Call me the Warden
Yeah, excuse me, pardon
I break a bitch down
Like Tonya Harding
Bitch, I'm col'
Not dude off Martin
Pockets just fat
Like the Klumps and Norbit
Bitch, I'm fly
Like a magic carpet
And bitch, I'm fresh
Like a pack of Orbit
See, I'mma take it
And go bring it back to New Orleans
And bitch, I'mma shine
In the land of darkness
And which I'mma grind
'Til my stacks is tall as
A wall is
And I'm high
Don't wanna know how deep the fall is
No, I can't come down
And every time I send my girl out of town
I put some keys on that bitch
I'm a certified gangsta
Haters make me nauseous
The money make me anxious
Listen how my words
Are poetic like Langston
Dreads down my back
Like I come straight from Kingston
But I come from Hollygrove
Seventeen, danger zone
So many C-notes
I can sing a song
T-top coupe
Looking like a thong
Your girl love my dick
She treats it like a bong
I don't wanna be right
If gettin' high is wrong
My eyes so low
I look like I'm from Hong Kong
Boy, I got more green
Than the Bishop Don Juan
Okay, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro -
Methazine fiend
Make the homies say hoh
And make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian
Man, I only eat beats
Wear a lot of carats
And I smoke the best greens
No beef in my grocery bag
Just some Swishers
And a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass
I'm strapped, like a bookbag
So anyone of y'all can come on
And get a foot tag
D.O.A
Ride all night
Sleep, no way
Sleep when I lay
Six feet deep
And until that day
I'mma be living like it is that day
Yeah, I keep holding on
I said, bitch I been hot
Bitch the stove been on
If you don't like it, I roll over and roll alone
Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on
Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong
Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam
In a styrofoam
Cup
You know what's in my styrofoam
What?
S-Y-R-up
That's my car, yup
Vrooommmmm! Urghhhh!
I'm gone