Pound

Ya I heard you want smoke where you at though

Fiends come in through the front and the back door

Ex went from a bad hoe to a rat hoe

Smoking on sour with a hint of tobacco

Ya my bitch thinks I'm hot like Tabasco

Took one hit now I'm up in the Astros

Ya my ops keep a heater because I'm that cold

Bitch hit my line now she thinks I'm an asshole

Ya I'm smoking on a pound on a pound on a pound

Ya I'm Marshawn bitch boy you can't bring me down

Knocks at the door what the fuck is that sound

I'll never sell my soul for no clout