1942

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
Grrah, ayy
(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)

[Chorus]
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze

[Verse]
Woah there, buddy, where you goin' with that sack?
I'ma bring that bitch back, I'ma bring that bitch back
If the plug tryna tax, I'ma bring that bitch back
I'ma run in that bitch, I'ma push his shit back
When it come to robbin', I'm a genius
Now I'm on that space shit, people pay they money just to come and see me
All these pussy niggas wanna be me
Ride 'round with like four sticks
Police hit the lights, they disappear, no genie

[Chorus]
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze