text: Dont hit me up bitch Im not in yo state
  Im busy turning up getting lit in the bay
  Im smoking blunts all the way to LA
  I just copped me an ounce now its in the ashtray
  We hit up the we try
  When you speak to me look me in the eyes
  All of these hoes cant stop telling me lies
  Why cant these hoes just stop telling me lies?
  Now Im in this bitch and everybody turning up
  If you got yourself a blunt then you better fucking burn it up
  Every time you hear this song you better fucking turn it up
  If you dont know who I be you gonna get to learning bruh
  I be smoking everyday like a trunk less fucking muffler
  Looking for a hit well lil bitch you can suffer
  Dont follow me again Ill crush your head just like a gusher
  Everybody know about it
  Come up go ask your mother