Ken, KEN, Where the fuck my blunt? Where the fuck my cup? Where the fuck my reefer? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'ma chief 'em
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'ma chief-
I'm flyin' just like a eagle
Bitch cryin', I don't need her
.45, long heater Hellcat big, two-seater
This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, three-fives a reefer
Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em
Huh, huh, let me chief All these hoes some eaters, huh, huh, they be eatin' Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'
We got four sticks, we four deep, in the four door Jeep My boy' trigger finger itchin', leave yo' brains on the seat
My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wadewith the HeatMade him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feetI pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geekedShe pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleepCullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bout to pull