Dope in my Styrofoam

(sample from Tyrone Davis - 'In the Mood') Say, bitch don't get too comfortable Say, bitch don't get too comfortable Bitch, don't get too comfortable Never let a bitch get too comfortable Bitch don't get too comfortable [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] It's mister ho-breaker, dope slanger, dope drinker Straight hopped up out the coupe, high off that juice, I'm no stranger to this Getting lit, getting blowed, [?] dipped in gold Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center, two centerfolds 'Bout to go too deep, I ain't fucked her in like two weeks, feel like two months And ripping pineapple fanta, fired up two blunts And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smoking on? Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I keep a Xan pack Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I stuff them grams fat Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check I'm about to cash that [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Said I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my styrofoam, man Said I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man [Verse 2: G-Wiz] Just scooped my blood bitch in a blue brougham Leather feel so soft, these hoes like riding with no shoes on Pineapple and purple the potion, I'm on that candy sip All I do is player shit, 100% Versace, bitch One more nigga on the run with the yellow Ho fine as fuck, from De Janeiro, but she play with her nose though And I ain't mad at her, because I stay with my medicine Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine in my beverage Pour up on that ice, hit the lights, on some moody shit Bitches, dope, and dollars on some Tarantino movie shit Other people's pussy, still keep a whole lot of it Gold pack in my wallet, with about a seventh of dope in my pocket Getting blowed [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] [Verse 3: G.I. Fleezy] Like when you feeling good, cause bitch I feel so right Like moving out my body, purple paint and fanta got me tight I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down, bitch we don't play around I'm [?] How you stay focused and function, bitch we gon' blaze a pound So when the last time you heard that, yeah we really made for this So go and send the word back Right about now, time to tally up a staple Got them ready, willing, able Molly-popping, make 'em get down on the floor with the business And they live for the getting it Player, out here with it, and that's me The real player with a G [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]