Quit Smoking Dabs

Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast, he's a problem

Plenty sticks, plenty rods, fuck ****, try not to get robbed

Put a smile on my mama face, can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job

We gon' be right outside your place, ****, fuck the law, ****, fuck the cops

I miss you, Bryce

Y2, is that you?

Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And I ain't bragging, pull up, make some magic (Yeah)

Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas, I don't smoke dab pen (Yeah)

Shawty seen me glow, now she asking like what happened

Said we got it for the low, all you gotta do is tap in (Yeah)

With my nina (Yeah), that lil' boy better keep up

Swear to God I love that money beeper, lil' bro say pass the reefer

Doing that skrrt-skrrt in that Bimmer (Yeah), yeah, she's a team player

I did not mean to slay her, Glocky got a beam and a laser

Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast, he's a problem

Plenty sticks, plenty rods, fuck ****, try not to get robbed

Put a smile on my mama face, can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job

We gon' be right outside your place, ****, fuck the law, ****, fuck the cops

These **** don't talk 'bout no cheese, these hoes be hella OD

I cannot hang with these ****, these **** not for me

My gang gon' pop for me, please don't get shot for free

You wanna talk to me, then come and cop you a fee

Man, I got gangster in my genes, might tuck that 9 up in my jeans

Man, I told that lil' ho bend over 'cause I need somewhere to lay my meat

And I got somethin' for these lil' **** that think they really toppin' me

Man, ain't nobody stopping me, I got his wife toppin' me

And she don't wanna be with that ****, she know I got what she need

She know that a **** lame, and that lil' boy tryna be like me

And I get too lost in my mind when a **** sipping on codeine

I get high, man, I smoke weed, ****, I get fly, man, I get flee

And I ain't bragging, pull up, make some magic (Yeah)

Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas, I don't smoke dab pen (Yeah)

Shawty seen me glow, now she asking like what happened

Said we got it for the low, all you gotta do is tap in (Yeah)

With my nina (Yeah), that lil' boy better keep up

Swear to God I love that money beeper, lil' bro say pass the reefer

Doing that skrrt-skrrt in that Beamer (Yeah), yeah, she's a team player

I did not mean to slay her, Glocky got a beam and a laser

Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah