(Hook x2)
No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out
Every little chance I get, you gon' catch me showin' out
'Specially when our hoes is out. Summertime, toes is out
Niggas wit the dough come out, just so we can scope 'em out

(Verse)
See that ass pokin' out, legs all glissin' in?
That's cause you was gettin' right in the time in the gym
See your waistline gettin' slim. Sittin' in the 6, used 2 be a tit
South Beach, Miami, I gotta start the sun hard
Bundled up all year, can't wait to set smth off x2
You nasty! Can't wait to break smth off
Tryna be there too. If not, pay the cook out, pay the cops
And tell the judge throw the book out
You know the hoes bring the crooks out
Crooks bring the guns, guns make the (pow)
Summertime shoot-outs, rather shoot dice 2 hide the brainless suit out
Sure, the flip-flops, too hot to bring the boots out
A drop top sun, too hot to bring the roof out
I'm in the whip, blowin' purple shit, shades all mystical
Show 'em what I'm workin' wit, I paint the picture for ya
Niggas who ain't smilin' are pro'ly snitchin' on ya
They prob'ly plottin' for ya, they ain't willin' cause they watchin' for ya
It be the niggas in the circle that be out to hurt you
I mix the sour wit the purple, cause divertle, I ain't got 

(Hook x2)
No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out
Every little chance I get, you gon' catch me showin' out
'Specially when our hoes is out. Summertime, toes is out
Niggas wit the dough come out, just so we can scope 'em out

(Verse)
So expect the unexpected. Damn, you killin' 'em, I think I got a death wish
No need to cook, I'm eatin' pussy fo' breakfast
And blowin' L, she ridin' smoother than a Lexus
Talkin' reckless, shoot a best, no question
Sex wit aggression, beat it up, possession
So the first time, I'd rather learn your lesson
And after that no more questions and second guessing
My feet is up, heat is tough, baby, I'm flexin'
It lookin' good, got no choice but to respect it
Now she checkin' for me, got no choice but to accept it
Moral of the story? I'm the nigga yo bitch left wit
Good money reppin', sucka shit neglectin'
All up and down, 9-5, gettin' my sexin'
Feelin' like the winner of the race, versatileness
Where I'm from? Now they fuck wit my state
You kiss in the mouth, but I bust in the face
Then I pay to get her toes done, I feelin' like I owe one
been fuckin' wit keys since O one
You a house nigga, house nigga, drinkin' cold ones
Now let the light shine on me, and watch my shit, dance!
Don't try to price mine, homie! Everything official, check the pipeline, homies
Twist City's just a party with a light nine on me

(Interlude: Marvin Gaye)
Everybody thinks we're wrong.
Oh, but who are they to judge us?
Mother, mother