rolling through the city man i'm lookin something wavy
thumbing through a band i swear i do it on the daily
middle fingers up i'm screaming fuck you pay me
ice around my neck is something white like shady
since i was a youngin i've been balling like a sixer
double let that styrofoam
blowing marijuana keep it wavy like it's big surf
knowing that i had the purple potion in the mixture
all i do is count big bands
wish she do it with both hands
bullets flyin through the air
got these bitches on my nuts man
you might see me in the club pushing right the doorway
gotta get the purple stuff and we always smoking