Time to turn up, marijuana is my aroma,
Drinks colder than October, man I hate it when I\'m sober,
Walked up in my vans and my patch smothered jacket,
To a full house of bitches, you can call me Bob Saget
Saw this bad chick in front of me, skin color Sunny D,
Like a magnet man, this girl became so attracted to me,
We danced a couple songs then I followed her like Twitter,
To the next room over where I kissed her like I missed her
Next thing that I know she takes me to the bathroom,
Where\'s she\'s slurping me slow like hot soup on a spoon,
I dumped it in her mouth, it look like yogurt on her lips,
Had the Henny in my hands so I just took another sip
I pulled my zipper up then I started to leave,
This girl\'s pulling on my sleeve, asking \"will you call me?\"
I told her straight like this, \"you know how this shit goes,
You won\'t find love from me slut, you just tryna get chose\"
I ain\'t no sucka tho, I don\'t ever thirst for for a hoe,
Wifing you up is like comparing weeds to a rose,
You\'re unappealing baby and I\'ll cut you off when I mow,
I ain\'t your remedy because I got a poison flow hoe