Turn Off The Beeper
She said you changed
I said its the reefer
I just keep smoking my problems got deeper
Holding my head but still duct from the reefer
Voice in my head bout as loud as the speaker
Turn up the bass
And turn off the beeper
Heres to the moment
Fuck sleep we don't need her
Mob with the homies and sip to
Wockesha
Spillin the purp I might tye die my beater
Making a change I feel like a leader
I'm robbin a homie see you I kia
A libra a libra
I'm scalin the reefer
my meter a fever
I'm hot like a heater
I'm making it steeper to climb
In my speaker
They eager and eager but climbing gets deeper
I'm making a way with this new 808
I got reefer and ya if you still on the way
Hop out and skate I'm like Wayne in the day
I might play em this tape
Get my shit on the way
Make em slam on the brakes
Hit the curve at the 8
Hoppin out and they say yo that shit gone be great
All I want is some money a million in 100s
I'm counting it up in my dreams till we run it
My bitch acting funny
I said get some money
I'm smoking on Za and that shit got me blunted
I say what I want
And I do what I said
If nobody got hurt then that shit ain't regretted
I know where we headed it's straight the lettuce
Droppin the yacht in the Venice
Throwing the guap like confetti
Making it heavy
rubber band pop like a leavy
Bitch I'm still broke
Don't keep on asking for fetti
Throw yo legs up when you ready
Dennis the menace
Shape up my image
Full ammunition
Fucking yo bitches
Throw that shit up
Look like a punk
Damn that shit lit
Bitch we all crunk
Fucking it up slut
Now she a buster
Bitch swerve
Nobody love her
Till she recovers
Still serve
Never give up
Remember theses bitches was sus
And now they gone drop like my nuts
These hoes be fucking in love
Sippin on molly and crips
she feeling down on her luck
Just gave her some dick and a kiss
And now she keep counting it up
Lay that shit down that shit tough
Aint talking bout steak but we buff
This a filet how we cut
I'm talking bout coke on her butt
I come from rollin around in the gutters
And since I've been trappin
I'm up with my brothers
Remember the cold of the wind on my feet
Sleepin in trenches on couches or rubble
And I use to break into houses for cover
And take me a shower and sleep where I wanna
I'm looking for diamonds ain't talking Rihanna
I take what I find this a gem from yo mommy
It's one of a kind imma pawn that bitch comma
Some shit im not proud of so smoke marijuana
I'm inhaling flower and prepping for karma
I'm living life sour but feeling like Rama
Yeah
We just fucked up
Kid fucked up
Lid tuck seen much
All my bitches rocking with coke and cream cuff
I'm with my homies smoking Cali got that green puff
I'm looking sour with that flower let it sink up
We ridin rusted in the bucket with the mean mug
I'm that shit you smellin over there and over here
If I say that imma do it then bitch I appear
I'm in the game on a rocket and I'm blasting off
Bitch