Woke up early in the morning, you can tell it was a crazy night

Bad bitch on my left side, 'nother bad bitch on my right

Take a look under the sheets there, baby had ass like a whale tail

I'm in Australia, Melbourne just to be exact at the hotel

I think I'ma hit it again, matter of fact, I'ma knock em both down

Before I get on my next flight out to Detroit, to the Motown

I'ma, stick a clip up in my sex pistol, get to bustin rounds

I don't know what she was grabbing for but she was tryna (Reach the sky)

When I st-stuck that dick up in her, give her something that she gon remember

Should be waiting for me 'til I come back to the city l-late September

The other one was watchin', she was in a, trance, looking at me like dinner

Wondering how many motherfuckin' licks that it was gon take her to get to the center

Of the Blow Pop, one and two and three and don't stop

Tried to take her to my flat but a **** couldn't do it because the phone dropped

Woke up early in the morning, you can tell it was a brazy night

Couple grand on my bedside, they know that these bitches pay me right

You know that these bitches praise me right, you know that it's really me and Spice

If she don't come with a five piece, then you know the bitch was the lazy type

You know me, I keep it gangsta, right? Slapping oldies and sipping lies

Riding round in my '50 on gold Ds like it’s '89

'80 baby, got a '80s mind, got a '80s bitch like Sheila E

Redbone when I yeet the D with the red paint (Reach the sky)

In the Westside through the back streets, ha ha, it's me again

She a freak, yeah, told her bring a friend, it's three of us in a big body

Dropped the rag, now I'm in a Benz, no Snooty Fox, no Western Ave

I'm a boss baby, we do the Hills to the Honeycomber, we hide out

Down Sunset where we ride out, it's the capital, it's the fuckin P

It's the one and only, it's really me, it's, it's him

I'm the trillest OG, my ****, get familiar with the notion

I'm recognized as a factor in these streets 'cause I'm having motion

My mind sharp as a tack, my game smoother than lotion

I'm staying on top my Ps and Qs while sippin on that purple potion

Catch me Westside coastin, cruisin 'round in something clean

Sippin on the juice, chuckin up the deuce, when you see me out on the scene

I'm steady stacking that cream, working on the triple beam

I ain't even a Muslim, bitch, but I'm still on my deen, you know what I mean? (Reach the sky)

'Cause I been outside, and bitch, I been down for mine, for three decades getting it

Some of the dudes I started with couldn't hang, mayne, and they ended up quitting it

But trust me, this game ain't for everybody, 'cause it's a whole lot of shit in it

But as long as it’s breath in my lungs and I got a tongue then I'ma keep spitting it

So I tapped up with Worthy and Spice 1, a.k.a my **** Cheeko

And we ran through this game, kickin everybody ass like we had a cheat code

We known for going hard solo, but now we hitting **** threefold

And we gold, that's why you can’t fuck with us, mayne, 'cause we go by the G-code