OK

What it is, nigga, okay You can't get with this shit here, nigga, no

Way Double cup filled up with that perfect taste

I smoke a whole bag of purp to my fuckin' face

I had to splurge one time from the shoes up I had to get this bitch poppin' like a ruger

You know them bands make her blow me like a tuba

I beat the breaks off it, she gon' need a tuneup

I walk out the front door, I bought that Drippin' in designer tags

Oh, I don't feel bad For them boys that be goin' out sad

I prefer my cup with the ice I prefer my type of the night

I prefer my purp with a light She got curves like a S on site