Heat & Head

I used to do dumb shit so OGs would give me coins
Back in the days of finger waves and grimmy joints
One nigga, stupid doo doo dumb nigga
False ID to the police, always on the run, nigga
In and out of jail like a fuckin' alcoholic
I was doin' my thug thang, or whatever you wanna call it
Now I’m off the toilet, shittin' on everything
You niggas can’t spoil it, I’m hittin' my Mary Jane
I stack that, I’m strapped with a fat gat
Ready to clap clap; any function, I’m at that
Security don’t search me 'cause I’m VIP
Got my S-T-R-A-P, be everywhere I be, heat
Whoa, blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy
Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit
Little mama got the bomb, bomb head
Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit
I knew you was a southjaw, headers of the century
I mean, ostrich neck, uh
She’s like a jizm magician
Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit
(Blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy)
Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit, bitch
Yeah, I was considerin' first class tickets to Boston
But instead we goin' to Jawmaica on a red eye