Som Som

Shit (shit, shit) shit (shit)

I got this new bitch from the burbs
But her whip game proper
Mother get green xans coming
Straight from the doctor
The perfect combination
Even had em' in her locker
Selling blow for blow like
I'm Malcolm on boxes yeah I been wildin'
Get used to my dial tone
And them trees skylin', get my fuckin' on
Die alone, threat me
Face shots smokin' your pound home
Been hit the home run
Can't catch me with them ground balls
Undertaker, last outlaw
Eyes rolled behind my head
Like I'm off this molly water
I could fight wit' Harry Potter
Off this Molly golly
I could fight wit' Harry Potter
Off this Molly golly

And we still staining
And we all still gangin'
Niggas still tucking chains man
And we ain't even on that
I'm just coolin with the hoes
I'm just smoking with my bros
Aye, aye lately on the road