"CUH PETE" lyrics

I'm about to get on this Cuh Pete
Space suits

I got a scrip for the seal
Put a lot in it
I tell 'em pour another pop
When I got finished
I don't care when I go
With that Glock with me
Don't ask no questions bro
You not with me

Exotic pop cost a three five
Seven grams cost a lean nine
Lil Sweet tryna tell me I'm fiend out
Made a killing on my phone like I'm Steve Jobs

Hey, pussy so good
Double back on it
Double C's on it
Double cup shorty
Stick on my hip
Flyin in the Audi
Pass me a perc
I can hear 'em callin

See the haters in the audience
Bitches damn near wanna hold my hand
Bitch, you can stay here if you hold the bag
Man, all these bitches fuckin shoulda told me that

I got a scrip for the seal
Put a lot in it
I tell 'em pour another pop
When I got finished
I don't care when I go
With that Glock with me
Don't ask no questions bro
You not with me

I'm in my zone
This weed so strong
Exotic pop poured in my styrofoam
I could snowglobe
But I'd rather pop it
This ain't a perc 10
Baby, this a roxy

Downtown L.A
Eat Benihibachi
Shrimp butter for the rice
Side of teriyaki
Get on top and ride me
Like a Kawasaki
Four in the morning
Still smokin' broccoli

We get our weed from the Bay
You won't shop there
It's the top tier
First class
Delta flight
Sippin' in the air
He said they catch us at the trap
Call me when it's there

I got a scrip for the seal
Put a lot in it
I tell 'em pour another pop
When I got finished
I don't care when I go
With that Glock with me
Don't ask no questions bro
You not with me