(Niggas gonna need a nap in a bit) slow (Get back up from a trap nap) Burn slow, burn slow (I'm slow right now) Burn (I'm at the end of the inscent) Burn slow, burn (Niggas ain't got kids) slow, burn slow, burn slow
Nobody open the Homie I by the "O" it down, good shit is all that I know I had all that before a pro, told her get down on the floor She it all in her throat She wanna go, the weed all in my clothes Fuck her, don't her no more Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the Break her like six in stones so cold, thinking I sit in the snow I a bitch getting stoned Smoke in my home, all my whips in chrome All my dips love dome Get it to go, back to my crib cones Y'all either or my clones We turnt up on and champagne Them niggas talk 'bout who they are, but don't do a thing Can't tell me I ain't drunk I'm on that in the club Different strokes, find me a I can poke go get me an "O" and
Burn slow, slow Burn slow, slow Burn slow, burn Burn slow, burn
Got a couple thousand dollars and some J's up I get every day so everything's on us I got my own strain, it come with my Go straight to the brain, shit ain't the same A lane, we sipping champagne I been in the game, give me a flame She looking for change, I'm rolling up I'm balling insane, got than six rings In with my slang, I'm puffing a J A hunnid a day, come up a play Most of these be wanting to cuff on a bitch I be up in the waist, stuff in the safe I'm loving the race, in first place her for days Them niggas wanna about it but they don't wanna roll What it takes to be a real G, they don't even I go to her page, she to my place It look like a maze, we up a plane She look at my change, she giving brain If they the gang, then we ain't the same