Survivin'

Today, man, I'm celebratin', I'm not stressin' today

Uh huh

Shout out to Project Pat

We are not stressin' today, aight?

We turnin' up, man, let's go, ayy, yeah

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still hot as Tabasco, your ho call me master

I drink to get plastered, a old dirty bastard

Pull up in a Casper, the F8 faster

I'm cold on a bitch like a trip to Alaska

They play with a Draco, they paint shit like Mayco

They aim at your taco with cans like Monaco

She suck like a vacuum, I swerve duckin' potholes

She say she don't suck dick, the nerve of these thot hoes

I'm high like on cloud nine, might fall in a black hole

Fell off, now you back on, these niggas put they cap on

Nigga can't crack my style, niggas be cappin' down, yeah, yeah

Probably gotta keep her 'round, she eat dick right now, yeah, yeah

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Still smokin' za, ridin' foreign and get my brains blew

Still ridin' foreign, smokin' za and get my brains blew

Yeah, yeah, rich nigga in my town, I'ma let a bitch get wild

Yeah, yeah, smokin' up dope by the pound, playin' my signature sound

Yeah, yeah, sippin' on syrup, no maple

Pull a kick door, nothin' major

Used to wear masks on capers, now I got all this paper

Still smokin' za, all I heard her say was "Blah, blah"

Niggas "Rah, rah" 'til we hop in the Benz and ride by

Sky high, bitch, I'm whatever you with, plus six

Bitches tryna kick, kick it back, I recognize

I pulled up out of the mist and she hopped out and blew a kiss

Smokin' Wolfpack, I'm smokin' za-za, I keep it lit

Ain't no small fries, extortin' my guys, I'll get you zipped

Treat a nigga like a bad hair day and get him clipped

I love my bitch, she bought me hot chips

Little pumps in the club, my section get ignorant

Play with me, I show you that's a waste of good time spent

Diamonds dancin' on me, see me shinin' through the hearse tints

Still ride clean, makin' cheese and get my dick sucked

Still makin' cheese, ride clean and get my dick sucked