Grip

Hit the bros up now I'm High in the Cut while it's noon

Text a couple hoes seeing them soon

I use to rid around In the cut

And text a few hoes with no luck

Now I'm rolling backwoods when I Could barely afford a blunt

And we Selling stolen bottles just to make a buck

But drinking kinda got

To me

It took a long time to find something Better than the weed

Working out drunker than a white Bitch off Hennessy

Trying to look like a Nigga should of Stared in creed

But proceed