(Hook)
Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Me and my niggas, we go up a lot
We so up, you not
Deuce, Deuce, when I get home I'mma throw up these shots
When I got home I was so drunk I knocked
So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked
Went in the kitchen and grabbed me a pop
Got my codeine and I poured up a lot
I pour up a lot

(Verse)
I pour up a lot
I got mo' than a doc, my soda gonna pop
Strong as boulders and rocks
My shoulders gon' drop, ya know I know I'm so high
I could have swore I saw Pac
Could have swore I saw Spock
My motor don't stop
I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks
Ya know I'm on deck, when there's snow, I'm on top
I'm stored up on stock
I'm way up, but I'm sure you're not shocked
Cuz ya know how I rock
And ya know that it's cocked, the .44 wit the dot
I'm a pro wit the Glock, don't ya go to the cops
Or yo throat gon' get chopped
Then yo folks gon' get got then yo ho gon' get shot
Kiss that ho if she hot
Hittin' notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa
And all ya looking ass niggas look at me now
I'm sure ya gon' watch, ya borin', I'm not
I'm scorin' a lot, ignorin' the t.h.o.t.s.
I'm pourin' a lot, taste like euphoria, uh
Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
I sew up the block, make ya go off the block
I'm gettin' twisted wit two bad bitches in my bedroom
Leave them hoes in a knot
Stomach in knots, thought I need sum' drank
I'm stuck in my bed and the dopeman said all he got is red
If I don't do red, Lord, I don't do red
I don't do yellow, no, I don't do that
I don't do Qualitest, I don't do Watson
I need that Act
I don't do yellow cuz it make me scratch
As soon as I seen niggas sipping green
I was like, 'where they do that'
Bring that shit back, let me bring this shit back

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
I run in yo buildin' and hold up the spot
Give me what ya got, the keys and the gwop
Make everyone get on their knees and then count
My bitch talkin' bout kickin' me out
Cuz everytime she want the soda we out
Bitch I don't want no lip, I just want sum' mouth
I just want a sip, I don't wanna drown
I just want the lean, I don't wanna bounce
I just wanna chill, I don't want a crowd
I just want my check, I don't want a trial
I just want sum' neck, I don't want no vowels
She just wanna love, I just want lounge
I just smoke loud, she just drink brown
I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah
Quit cigarettes, concerned ‘bout her future
I pour up a lot, past, present, future
Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia
Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah
We got that white girl working like Hooters
My shooters don't listen
I tell 'em ya cool, but still they don't listen
I cut on the news, and they say ya missing
And I can't stop grinning like, 'nigga, we did it'
And they show police fishin'
And searching under bridges when they say no witness
I start hopping around like Jiminy Cricket
And I can't stop sipping
And she can't stop strippin'
Cuz she got an infant and her man in prison
Lord, she can't stop venting
And I can't stop driftin', she worry a lot
And I pour me a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Don't know how to stop, I don't know how to stop so
I pour up a lot, pour up a lot
I pour up so much I don't know it's a lot
I pour mo' than a lot, I go ova the top

(Outro)
(Oohh boy)
Yeah, again and again, etcaetaera 
I pour, I pour up in
Drink, soda, Sprite, Seven-Up
Fuck it, here we go again
Medicine, medicine, yeah
I need that, I need ice girl
I don't need no discount, I leave ya a tip
They said that Actavis dead, that's bullshit
Well if so then I must be the exorcist
I don't know what ya heard but ya heard wrong
I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam
It can be room temperature or lukewarm
All I need is ice to make the perfect storm
I pour up a lot