Deathway

[verse 1]
Bitch i pour the mud in the orange crush
All these foreign bitches on me show me foreign love
Chief the piff till im higher than a soaring dove
Move to different dimensions call it portal jump
I been scorching blunts woolie keep my head straight
Baby give me dome untill she need a neck brace
Smoking in that big body it got the leg space
Steady rolling through hoods call it the deathway
Fuck your influence i stay under that
Tripping in my texts you can't get your money back
Need a hunnid racks stuffed inside my duffel bag
Posted in the cali car smoking on fronted packs
There ain't no coming back when i kick face
My bro tori in the cut he with the switchblade
Cut up your rib cage rip out your orans
3 deep in the Chevy looking for a portion
I spit that horse shit you just can't handle it
Bitch i really [?]
Im out here damaging
Smoking on grams and shit
When i pull up in the new seater car scrambling