Numbers

For one there can never be too many blunts that I'm gone smoke

And two I can't fuck with a bitch that's acting brand new

Three different types of strands up in this damn leaf

Four big booty bitches at my damn door

I told 'em five different times ima goat feeling like I'm booker t

Six seconds deep in her throat before I let her breathe

Seven blunts we gotta smoke before I let you leave

You got eight seconds to apologize before I make you bleed

Nine hands in a rotation that's a gah damn shame

Judge wanted Ten years for that case

She wasn't playing games