I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppa's and a shotty shooting everybody
Cigarette wet, bumpin' Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin’
Jaws locked—clinching
Trigger finger itching if you think I’m kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
♥♥♥♥ a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do