Know What's In It

Coinbase, why is it so fuckin' hard to get in this damn app, my nigga?

Like, y'all got me sending emails and text codes

And shit, my nigga (What's in your blunt, mane?)

I'm tryna get high (What's in your blunt?)

And spend some money, mane (Nigga, what's in your blunt?)

Get some money, ya dig? (What's in your

Motherfuckin' blunt? Juug with my gang, nigga)

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

Bitch, don't blow my high, gon' head, open wide

We ain't gotta pull the car over, you

Could suck it from the passenger side

Count bands up, then we go live, gettin' cake but it ain't no surprise

They must've put Crisco in my zaza, bitch, I'm fried

My young boys'll slide, shit lookin' like Call of Duty

Swear lil' homie on a kill streak

He done went and put a drum on a Uzi

Act like you know what's goin' on

Memphis, Tennessee, that's a war zone

Niggas should be out here gettin' this money

Instead niggas killin' over homeowners, damn

Bad bitches all on my G5, every last one I'ma try

'Cause I got game like PS5

Half a million sittin' on my wrist, call a fire marshal, we lit

Pop me a Perc' with a bitch, she gon' play with my

Stick, we gon' put it on Twitch (Freak ass ho, haha)

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