Pink Slip

[Intro]
Stuff the kush in my ‘gar

[Chorus 1]
Stuff the kush in my ‘gar
Pink slips to all my cars
Stuff the kush all in my ‘gar
I got pink slips to my cars
Real nigga fuck the fake
Ay, there go the bae
Real nigga fuck the fake
Ay, there go the bae
I got street nigga traits
You can see it in my face
Bad bitch from LA
Quarterback caught a play

[Verse 1]
Pop shit boy
Big body, new kicks boy
KillTech yeah, ride round with two clips boy
Catch a cut dope, fuck round split your wig boy
I’m so geeked up, [?]
We living way above the law
I wasn’t afraid to take you off
Too many haters shake ‘em off
10 on the asphalt
I takeoff like NASA
I’m strong cause I’m doing the most
I think I just blew it on [?]
In the club they saying its last call
I’m the one that they ask for
Poppin’ bottles like a bad boy
Fuck the price up on the tag boy
I hit the club and make it rain, I just heard it’s the last call
We got molly, we got Percocets and Adderall
I pour the dirty I don’t want me no alcohol

[Chorus 2]
Stuff the kush in my ‘gar
Pink slips to all my cars
Stuff the kush all in my ‘gar
I got pink slips to my cars
I’m coming in like a bat outta hell
I gotta flip me them bales
Brand new Louis checkerboard with the square
It make ’95 dope boy apparel
Bad bitch she going kiss, she won’t tell
If she love put her ass in Chanel
Taking trips all the way in the heels
Just how it feel
For real

[Verse 2]
I thought you were trill, ain’t what it seems
I’m off a perc, she off a bean
I gave her the work, I made her a fiend
I’m poppin for something
You dropping the blunt, I’m fucking your bitch
Yeah I’m with her once
Kush look clean
Got the Glock with the beam (yeah, yeah)
Hop out, everything touch screen (yeah, yeah)
Pink slip to the whips
Cartier frames, a grip
My niggas sip when I sip
Got leave a legacy when I dip (when I’m gone)
Couple millions off what I built
I’m on a get money tip
Don’t ask me what I’m on
I’m clutching the Styrofoam
Private flight going to the moon, might be back in the morn’
.45 on me when I cruise, Zone 6 my zoes

[Chorus 3]
Stuff the kush in my ‘gar
Pink slips to all my cars
Stuff the kush all in my ‘gar
I got pink slips to my cars
I’m from the home of the Bravehearts
Can’t come to Zone 6 when it’s dark
We goin’ finish nigga, how we started
We goin’ finish nigga, how we started

[Outro]
Real nigga fuck the fake
Ay, there go the bae
Real nigga fuck the fake
Ay, there go the bae
I got street nigga traits
You can see it in my face
Bad bitch from LA
Quarterback caught a play