[Sample]

Okay last time, this is drugs

This is your brain on drugs

Any questions?

[Intro]

Welcome home george jung (rip mcbride)

The real boston george

It's that dade country yayo shit

Double mob

I'm finny take these pussy niggas down

Beat billionaire

[Hook]

I got coke like the 80's

I got coke like the 80's, in my all white mercedes

I got coke like the 80's

I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's

I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's

I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's

I got coke like the 80's

I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white mercedes

[Verse 1]

All white, nigga, big ike, nigga

Keep shooters with me, you'll call your gravesite nigga

15th ave, miracle nigga

Get these conch fritters fried, come and get a few nigga

John doe nigga, you know that convo

Get you that weed and white, want you a combo nigga

Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks

Welcome home to skinner, already bought him a brick

Boobie gang was the clique, forever changed the game

Bunky brown was a legend, wayne parker the mane (vonda)

Carol city success, 183rd still a rout

We live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Bo dealin' nigga, oh really nigga?

Bunche park hot, it's a block full of killas

Lil' trav, nigga

Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga

River city, they slide, aka homicide

Rest in peace to the goonies, one day we'll be eye to eye

It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib

Extended the clip, I'm a give 'em the biz

Catch you jackin' your dick, now you fucked in the game

Leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain

A mil' in the hole is every real nigga goal

And this uncut like ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

My new bitch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap

Stick my dick in her pussy when she come sit on my lap

Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from bahamas

It's uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number

Candy paint on my donk, jesus piece on my charm

She just wanted a bump

Her man wanted a line, so I sold 'em a verse

Sold a quarter for 9, and I sold 'em the vert

Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip

Peep this rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp

Line up all of my bitches, head crack 'em and check 'em

Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' respect her

[Hook]