Got some killer in my swisher

And my bitch got the prescription

My eyes closed cause I'm driftin'

I'm so high I might go missin'

Girl I know you smoke that fire

But this right here that diesel

And I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you

Girl I know you think you faded but

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you

Girl I know you think you faded but

Bitch I don't believe you no

I got hoes at my shows

It's mania like I'm a Beatle

Call Lou he brought some weed through

Man the session was so lethal

Man last night was a movie

And every night we sequel

You don't turn up like we do

Say you do?

I don't believe you

It's, four In the morning I'm looking for drugs

Already faded increasing my buzz

Working it odd I'll be at the clubs

Every weekend this is what I does

I know that you think that you party like us in a similar fashion

But I spent a rack on these jeans that I'm holding my stash in

Snatching your hoes then I'm smashin'

I'm higher than you can imagine

Pray that I don't see no polices flashin'

Cause I'm riding through the city

Rolling up sticky,

A bad bitch with me and we both getting trippy

Got some killer in my swisher

And my bitch got the prescription

My eyes closed cause I'm driftin'

I'm so high I might go missin'

Girl I know you smoke that fire

But this right here that diesel

And I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you

Girl I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you

Girl I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you no

She said she drink lean

Bitch I don't believe you, no

I don't believe you, no

Bitch I don't believe you, no

She said she's eighteen

Bitch I don't believe you, no

I don't believe you, no

You need to go

Most of you rappers swear that you're on

Like really? Come on

You swear up and down you're the illest alive and you kill every song

I'm sorry, you're wrong

You see, you're drought and we only see floods

We only bought premium drugs

Meanwhile your dealer is selling you bullshit stepping all on it line rugs

Every night whiskey and beer

I been on tour for a year

If I'm at a party then you know that Marley and bitches will surely appear

All of my homies in here

Pause and then disappear

I'm fucking yo girl while we look in the mirror

Skeet all over her back and leave a souvenir

Got some killer in my swisher

And my bitch got the prescription

My eyes closed cause I'm driftin'

I'm so high I might go missin'

Girl I know you smoke that fire

But this right here that diesel

And I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you

Girl I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you, no,

Bitch I don't believe you

Girl I know you think you faded, but

Bitch I don't believe you