TRAIL BLAZIN'

Who want smoke with me, I make you feel it

Trail Blazing chase his ass like Chauncey Billups

I'm boutta drop this shit, let's drop it

I'm boutta kill 'em

I'm bout to do just what they can't and make them feel it

Stack the Mink, I put some Maison Francis on my hoe

I just stack the brand new paper because I seen them at my door

How the fuck you want that bread but you can't even mix your dough

How the fuck you makin' speedy money, he probably sped, he must be slow

What you mad for

Don't get pissy tryna come start something, I'll beat your ass though

He was losin' in the fight, now he tryna up the pole