text: Look at my wrist, its a ice tray , Im smokin like Smokey on Friday 
  I  just got head in the parkin lot, people saw it when they pulled up beside me 
  These  niggas hatin, they Joe Budden 
  Run up on me and Im gon bomb em 
  Im selling gas out a 4 runner 
  She  got that ass and a throat on her 
  Thats  my baby
  I just got back in my rhythm with it , I got the gas in a rental with me 
  Im  tryna get me some muhfuckin money, I cant get it laughin and chillin with ya
  Yous a lil boy, you a little nigga, its a motherfuckin joke, its a silly nigga
  He blowing smoke like an engineer, I fuck his ho like a prison nigga
  Who buyin dope? I got plenty with me
  If  he dont got a ride, then go get the nigga
  And all of my rides got extensions with em
  And I dont like this beat so Im finished with it, nigga
  Dig thatll fuck ya