40z

(Verse)

Palm tree living, from the west side
Wears hoop earrings, got a nose piercing

Hot blond, black streaks
Blue eyes, bandanas, jerseys

Rides em bikes with the big wheels
Gold spokes
Wears Air Force ones on her heels
Bumping "killa don't push me"

Fishin for fun with tha same crew from 3rd street, Is the routine
Whipping down the block to the bodega
Is where we meet

Her big bro hit the switches on his 64
And we laughed as we danced to
The d oh double dog

(Hook)

She be sippin 40z
Yes she will
40z
She's so trill
40z
Ain't got a care in the world
40z
Hanging with her girls
40z
Nails manicured
Chuckin a Duce up to the homies
As she's sippin' the 40

(Verse 2)

Grew up on Mac Dre, Xtina and that Ice Cube
90s baby, still reminiscing like I do

But it's cray how it all changed
Now she hits the “Ragers" on Friday
Q throws parties at Mike's place
ASAP ferg makes em go crazy

She likes to party in the hood, party in the hood
& when the hood boys come thru
She likes to grind on that wood
Grind on that wood

Oh
She don't care bout' girlfriends
So used to scrapping to defend
She makes sure if you come round the wrong block, you'll get pealed

(Hook)

She be sippin 40z
Yes she will
40z
She's so trill
40z
Ain't got a care in the world
40z
Hanging with her girls
40z
Nails manicured
Chuckin a Duce up to the homies
As she's sippin' the 40