I just woke up
I just toked up
I aint got time
So I dont roll up
I hit the Stiiizy really gettin silly
Actin a fool all out in the city trigger finger itchy after a milli
She ride the dick and she poppin a wheelie
They talkin shit about how they dont feel me
But I won the tournament countin my Zeni
New plug on the coke bouta turn into Whitney
And I mixed the Chandon with some of the simply
I just be loose
I'm chunkin the deuce
You aint got the juice
You should call a truce
Sippin Chandon
I feel like I won
I am still alive
A son of a gun
I'm a blow ya mind
Book that bitch
Show her a good time
Party all day
Party all night
I celebrate because I came from nothin
Just me and my brother
My dad left my mother
Jamaica killed herself I swear I still love her
I smoke that weed so much they call me puffer
I dont run in groups
Cause I dont trust dudes
And hoes aint loyal
I dont trust em too
Sippin Chandon