Sweeney

Cranberry juice, roll keef, then he flows

I'll pipe Perri

Might cuff her, but I won't marry

I make songs for myself and the hoes

So the boyfriends think I don't spit, but they know

That they're girlfriends swallow

It's a hit, ya'll don't know

I'll make thirty fore' I hit thirty, aroma is Burberry

Me and all my boys spend paper on cologne

Just to roll a blunt and smoke, then smell like it all day

That's rough, I got tips, you can use it

If you don't get box, then you won't get my music