Huey

[Verse] Foot and hand on the gates We was jumping 'em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came The first time which ain't fast if you Los Angeles raised And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby Beat the fucking beat up like it stole from me You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch) I'm off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show money It's Early running with niggas who cold running shit The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother Just grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it A Colt 4-5 in it, you know how I get it I'm toasting myself and a toast to all my niggas And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well [Outro] And now, a formal introduction