[Intro: DJ $crim, DJ Tag 1, and DJ Tag 2]
DJ Scrim, n***a!
Okay, okay, okay
Now here's a little story that I gots to tell
About a couple grams of weed that I tried to sell
Girly hit me up, said she need an eighth
I told her, "give me ten—and I'd be right at yo-"
NOLA!
Coast to coast mixtape DJ's!
Coast to coast DJ!

[Verse 1: DJ $crim]
Okay, okay, okay
Now here's a little story that I gots to tell
About a couple grams of weed that I tried to sell
Girly hit me up, and said she need an eighth
So I told her, "Give me ten, and I'll be right at her place"
Pulled up at the condo, gave a knock on the door
What I seen next, yo, it had me on the floor
Then repliеd, "Hey, Scrim! Surprise!"
And then I took my hands, and I rubbеd my eyes
She said she's out of money, but got something for me
And then opened her legs where the sun ain't sunny
I said, "Hold up, honey, I need my paper!"
And then following that will be a blowjob later
Ole' Boujee ass girl, pulled out three twenties
Told her don't ever, ever play with my money
Hit the front door like a fire exit
Then Dirt scooped me up in the four-door Lexus
Then we went to the store, copped a few Phillies
Blew a few blunts, said, "Thank you, Miss Lilly"
Headed to the city where the good die young
Third coast, muddy water, West Bank coke snorters
[Verse 2: Coolest]
Now let me start my story off just like this
This bitch was steady running around talking that shit