cocain sweater

i was bumpin 3 lines in my grandmas sweater
she didnt know i was cracked like her homie heather
beyond these walls of lines
life is defied
We get it crackin like it's new s**t, in a weatherford state of mind
this coke make you go blind
just how i was watchin you through your damn blinds
sliding this d, bidning them sheets
tryn to make em sneeze it but theyd rather do that morphine
just like dorthy who shot up them whore feins
then she did some coedine and got no scene
when these bars set in they be trippin
like the dip shits who dont fit in, bitch.

i rolled up a blunt with a banana peel
stuck it in my butt so my mamas could feel
im rapin to the cure and ima make your mama purr
just how all you other niggas be spittin blurrs
gettin hurt on these tracks while i bangin grandmas back
heather be tryna to attack so i bang her back too
their hubbys knew they was gettin screwed by some niggas from 817
who dont know shit about heaven
devin wanted to join but he was only 7
7 but still rollin in coke, thats why his rich grandmas broke

Cooked, doped, flying, like a box
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pox.
And don't you forget it
So don't get it twisted
we poppin in this bitch so dont get it enlisted
boy dont get fisted like that nigga simpson
nixon has that addiction when he stroked grandmas dick-son
–thought she was thicc but really shes a stick son

so stick em, brick em, fly high and hit em
thats why he miss him and he wont diss him
he justs wants to kiss him cus he miss him
his life just a cause of the system


Traffics all backed up
My brakes are all jacked up
my grandmas cracked up like heather
heather be spittin some weather on my cracked up leather
Like….dayum she want that treasure
the be lyin, dying, they be cryin when im buyin
dope off these streets
cummin lines on your sheets
snortin lines with these beats
while my sexy mamas making hoof beats
she wont cheat, if she do ill have dorthy do what she did with them whore feins

i cant take you to the party cus you to quirky and i got your shorty over here doin my morphine
we tryna sleep and this a reliever to that fever
ceaser tried stealin my beamer to go get more doped out beaners
feedin gmas baby with greener creamer
but when she seen her, she couldnt believe him
baby was higher then a kite and started spittin heathers weather
then she got better so ceaser instead threw the weather
and shit got wetter then the dripped sweather
Tonight getting better and better, tomorrow there wont be no work
so ill leave that pussy unturned cus fuck my interns

to all my hitters fighting in the jungle
ill send you some strippers to ease your troubles
i got brass knuckles that'll make your head buckle
and gma will tuck you in so she can go do more lines with her homie heather