Yeah, yeah, uh...

Uh, yeah...

Uh, yeah, yeah...

Well, what brings you to church this evenin'?

Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you're fightin' your demons?

Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn't kee... keep it

Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it's robert horry

I know you can get comfortable with it

I hit the road and had to double up my digits (woah)

My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it?

Put it in the driveway, my key in your ignition

I know it get hot as hell

But you'll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some

I know it get hotter, yeah...

I wanna smoke some.

Yeah...

Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)

Take me to your house and let me poke some (ooh)

Type of shit I gotta focus on.

Heaven or hell? it be a story to tell (yeah)

Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales (woah)

Me and my niggas, we steady dodgin' the 12 (uh-huh)

Dodgin' the jail, don't talk on the cell (yeah)

Lean in my orange soda, I'm kenan and kel (woah)

And in my own corners, I trap out the mail (uh-huh)

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale

I bet it's gon' sell, I bet it's gon' sell

It's whatever with the don, you know I'm leadin' the pack (uh)

You play around, I'll bet you won't get it back (uh)

I hit your bitch, I guess you won't get it back, uh (hahaha)

I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)

Yeah...

Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Take me to your house and let me poke some (ooh)

Type of shit I gotta focus on.