Not A Fien

Pour me up, I think about crashing off that lean

I been smoking all this dope, they think my mama raised a fiend

Don't give no fuck, I hop out trippin' with this glock I leave a scene

Say he want smoke, we knock him out his jeans

She fuckin' off that purk, you know she green

Catch me with my bros, hop out black truck like the A-team

My Glock like Whitney, when I shoot this bitch , here start the sing

I never miss, I always hit, boy, I got zero ping

Good gas, got my eyes low like I'm from Beijing

That's that good gas, that good gas, that have you on your ass