Know What’s In It

Intro:
Coin base why is it so fucking hard to get in this damn app my nigga
Like I got me sending emails n’ texts, codes n’ shit my nigga. (What’s in your blunt man?)Tryna get high (what’s in your blunt?)and spend some money man (nigga what’s in your blunt?) throw some money..yeaaaaaaaa (what’s in your mother fucking blunt?) shutdafukuppp!

Hook:
Got my turn up cup, jolly ranchers and sprite
And you already know what’s in it
Got my paper plane rolled I’m ‘bout to take flight
And you already know what’s in it
Got my Gucci duffle bag when I hit the club
And you already know what’s in it
Got my Draco on my side, fuck a nigga up
And you already know what’s in it

Verse:
Bitch don’t blow my high go ‘head open wide
We ain’t gotta pull the car over, you could sell it from the passenger side
Count bands up then we go live
Gettin cake but it ain’t no surprise
They must have put crisco in my zaza, bitch I’m fried
My young boys will slide, shit lookin like call of duty
Swear lil homie on a kill streak he done went and put a drum on an uzi
Act like you know what’s goin on
Memphis Tennessee, there's a war zone
Nights should be out here gettin this money instead niggas killin over hormones
Damn!… bad bitches all on my G5
Every last one ima drive, cause I got game like ps5
Half a million sitting on my wrist
Call the fire Marshall we lit
Pop me a perc with a bitch she gonna play with stick we gon put it on twitch!
(Freak Ass!)

Hook:
Got my turn up cup, jolly ranchers and sprite
And you already know what’s in it
Got my paper plane rolled I’m ‘bout to take flight
And you already know what’s in it
Got my Gucci duffle bag when I hit the club
And you already know what’s in it
Got my Draco on my side, fuck a nigga up
And you already know what’s in it