That Time We Went To Wal Mart In Memphis To Steal Some Shit Before We Met Up With Ta To Shoot His Video

Catch me ridin', slidin' in East Memphis smokin' on some butter, mane
Call up TA Double Dolla for the fucking gasoline
Elvis Presley Boulevard, we swangin' on 'em hard
Hangin' out the Chevy screaming: Motherfuck the law!

Pull up, and we park in the parking lot of Walmart
Just so I can maybe snatch a shady grey tee
Fuck a shopping cart
Put that bitch on, walk back to the car
Heartbeat pacing, never racing
Fuck a security guard
Yeah, my paper so thin, I ain't got no tree shading me

I got that 1080p, only smoking OG
I be that junkie motherfucker with that dope up in me
The almighty *59
Beelzebub of my time
Cabin fever runnin' high from snorting back to back lines

Sun shinin' brightly—wait, that's just the weed I'm lighting
TA askin' if the blunt needs tightening
V8 spilling, might be blood
I'm killing bugs, I'm swatting flies
All you gnats tryna flock to my eyes
Your size is compromised from tryna fly
Sick of this all of these Icarus wannabes

Ay, nigga you won't catch
Yo slipping ass here, fuck you man
Say no more man, yeah I'll come up here man
Just hit me up, I gas 'em