Bitch, since when could you chill up over here Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer Get him too, shit bitch might as well I don't even talk all a ho do is tell I'm standing on the floor finna shut the damn cell I burn incense because my brain likes the smell She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell I ain’t say come but she at the hotel Fuck a nigga mean, me and my niggas don't be fucking with niggas We give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas So who'll fuck with you? I pull up to my nigga then'll spark Blunts already rolled what the fuck a nigga thought? East Memphis streets still burning damn hot Police might as well live up on the damn clock That's why I stay in the goddamn house On the damn couch while I'm eating take-out Text T.A. when the weed run out Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out I be on the beach feeling like a bird now Smoking on a ounce on the roof of the house