In Atlanta with some organic
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I'm smoking organic
Die Lit
F&N I'm smokin'
F&N, I'm smoking organic
She bent down, she need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
*** this up and you get left, yeah
AP on my *** left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Your bitch look familiar
I got drip, I let it walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I'ma do this by myself
On that jet by-by myself
I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah
I touch down and get my fingers wet
My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up)
Riding 'round on moped
My bitch off the Percocet
Pop that bean and count them dead, uh
Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up)
Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing
That why you can't buy them bags
In L.A. I smoke that gas
In L.A. I link with slatt
That bitch wit' you, she gave you back
I *** that bitch then gave her back
I nut on her she make me 'lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
You can die for yours boy, you get clapped
I took that lil' boy right off of the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I love my lean, I *** around, relapsed
I *** that bih, she running 'round in laps
You touch down in my city, you better tap
That bih right here, she know she gotta tap
I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pad
I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack
I'm in southside, and I got the gat
I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt
I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Too much lean, too much ice (hold up)
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint