(Chorus x2) Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceilin' Eyes so low, nigga fuck a vision Been cookin dope, doped off in the kitchen Thinkin' 'bout the cash while I'm wood grain grippin Dreads hang low middle finger to the ceilin Thinkin' 'bout the cash while I'm wood grain grippin Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceilin' Thinkin' 'bout the cash while I'm wood grain grippin Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceilin' Eyes so low, nigga fuck a vision Been cookin dope, doped off in the kitchen
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(Verse) Eyes so low, nigga fuck a vision Been cookin dope, doped up in the kitchen I never changed cause I'm so authentic Smokin a L, like fuck it I'm winnin' Smokin a L, one for my niggas Callin my bitch, I need some more swishers I'm at the crib, you know I'm just chillin Thinkin bout bus, my mind on a million This shit gon' stop The bass gon' drop No shirt cause it's too hot I'm duckin cops They watering my spot, I'm on the block And I'll never change Niggas lookin strange Teach them things in the past that I couldn't change Now I dance on the beat like Rick James I'm on a dragon on the beat, I spit flames Lamborghini on the beat, I switch lanes Dreads hang, autotune call me t-pain Killin shit, man I think I see blood stains In the game standing tall, what it is mayne? Still macked up, ain't shit change Rollin up a blunt for the good days Thinkin ima dodge days in the grave Rollin up a pound of that good haze