No riding clean, sipping lean, smoking dope, with no hope
Got that sexy thang on my arm
Got that styro in my palm
Once again, on my weekly high, gotta have that drank, feel like imma faint, aint no fucking saint
Nothing like that reefa reefa, that'll have you coughing mane
Nothing like that yella yella that'll have you itching mane
And thats some trippy shit
Now i light the blunt and take a hit
Got my lap ready for your bitch to dance on it


Your bitch, i said, she dancing on my lap
She finna get freaky real soon man
I open up my zipper and then i take the drank and i sip
She licking on my tip with her hands on my hip
She on her knees trying to ease me and please me
You best believe me
But then i caught her tryna thieve
and pulled out my deuce deuce
Now she's of no use
Yeah, yeah