Tycoon - Mozzy

She diggin' in the ash tray 'cause she a doobie smoker

Jumpin' out this red Rari with this Super Soaker

Wheelchair can’t save you, niggas’ll push you over

Sour Patch inside this wood, got a different odor

Ay, cussin' out my bitch, hardly ever sober

I be cussin' out my nigga, he done sold the blower (Theodork)

Suckers out here loafin', we gon' blow his motor

Old ass trey five seven, you guys deserve a holster

Post to poke him in the pen but you ain’t get the kite

It ain’t no option when you bangin', bitch, this shit for life (Pebbles)

Wockesha and lil' Trisha got me missin' flights

I’m finna blow down on this hoe, I think she in the heights

Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, «Slide through»

Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too

Ay, all my niggas trained to go on sight

Choppa with double D’s, drop the low and you iced

You slidin' with you yeekie, I slither with mine too

Cubicles in your Carti, it’s glitter in mine too

Now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck

For the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, nigga huh

Free Scalene, I’ll never buy a bitch Celine

Dopest nigga out my jurisdiction out of me and Skeem

Cha-ching, yeah, that’s the chicken callin'

Them little fiddles that you owe me, I ain’t trippin' off it

She sprinkle powder on her nipple, I’m a sniff it off it

100 G’s for all them P’s, I’m finna get it off 'em, yeah

I’m sippin' often, that’s the only thing that heal a nigga

You better not cry 'bout my death until you kill a nigga

Wolfin' on the Mozzy, you for real, my nigga?

Like I ain’t put a chain around you when you came around me

You ain’t gon squeeze when it get greasy, you can’t hang around me

We never loafin', rather play the bounty, on Pebbles

Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, «Slide through»

Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too

Ay, all my niggas trained to go on sight

Choppa with double D’s, drop the low and you iced

You slidin' with you yeekie, I slither with mine too

Cubicles in your Carti, it’s glitter in mine too

Now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck

For the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, nigga huh