Quit Smoking Dabs

Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast
He's a problem
Plenty sticks, plenty rods,  fuck nigga
Try not to get robbed
Put a smile on my mama face
Can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job
We gon' be right outside your place
Nigga, fuck the law, nigga, fuck the cops

I miss you, Bryce y2, is that you?
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

And I ain't bragging, pull up
Make some magic (yeah)
Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas
I don't smoke dab pen (yeah)
Shawty seen me glow
Now she asking like what happened
Said we got it for the low
All you gotta do is tap in (yeah)

With my nina
(yeah) , that lil' boy better keep up
Swear to God I love that money beeper
Lil' bro say pass the reefer
Doing that skrrt, skrrt in that Bimmer
(yeah) , yeah, she's a team player
I did not mean to slay her
Glocky got a beam and a laser

Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast
He's a problem
Plenty sticks, plenty rods, fuck nigga
Try not to get robbed
Put a smile on my mama face
Can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job
We gon' be right outside your place
Nigga, fuck the law, nigga, fuck the cops

These niggas don't talk 'bout no cheese
These hoes be hella OD
I cannot hang with these niggas
These niggas not for me
My gang gon' pop for me
Please don't get shot for free
You wanna talk to me
Then come and cop you a fee
Man, I got gangster in my genes
Might tuck that 9 up in my jeans
Man, I told that lil' ho bend over 'cause
I need somewhere to lay my meat
And I got somethin' for these lil' niggas
That think they really toppin' me
Man, ain't nobody stopping me
I got his wife toppin' me
And she don't wanna be with that nigga
She know I got what she need
She know that a nigga lame
And that lil' boy tryna be like me
And I get too lost in my mind
When a nigga sipping on codeine
I get high, man, I smoke weed
Nigga, I get fly, man, i get flee

And I ain't bragging, pull up
Make some magic (yeah)
Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas
I don't smoke dab pen (yeah)
Shawty seen me glow
Now she asking like what happened
Said we got it for the low
All you gotta do is tap in (yeah)

With my nina
(yeah) , that lil' boy better keep up
Swear to God I love that money beeper
Lil' bro say pass the reefer
Doing that skrrt, skrrt in that Beamer
(yeah) , yeah, she's a team player
I did not mean to slay her
Glocky got a beam and a laser

Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah