[Spoken Intro: OG Ron C & Don Toliver]
Yeah, bitch, you trippin'
Actin' like you don't know who put you on Don Toliver first
Sit yo lil' ass down somewhere, roll up somethin'
Yeah, matter of fact, you ain't gotta hear it from me
You can here it from the man himself
Don Toliver, holla at 'em
Yo, it's Don T, and you are now locked in with Cactus Jack's junior ChopStars
OG Ron C, hold me down, OG
Candlestick, what we doin'?
Boys been rockin' with me since way back when though
We gon' keep that shit goin'
Heaven or Hell? It be a story to tell, mane
Nah, for real

[Intro]
Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel
Lean-Lean-Lean in my orange soda
Lean in my orange soda
Lean in my orange soda
Lean in my orange soda
Lean in my orange soda
Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel
Lean in-Lean in-Lean in my orange soda
Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel
(ChopStars)
Yeah, yeah, uh
(Don Toliver)
Uh, yeah
(Purple Heaven Or Hell)
Uh, yeah, yeah
(Chopped up and not slopped up)
[Verse 1]
Well, what brings you to church this evenin'?
Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you're fightin' your demons?
Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn't kee— keep it
Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it's Robert Horry
I know you can get comfortable with it
I hit the road and had to double up my digits (Woah)
My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it?
Put it in the driveway, my key in your ignition
I know it get hot as hell
But you'll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some
I know it get hot-hotter, yeah
I wanna smoke some

[Chorus]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
Take-Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
Type of shit I gotta focus on

[Verse 2]
Heaven or Hell? It be a story to tell (Yeah)
Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales
Heaven or Hell? It be a story to tell (Yeah)
Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales
Heaven or Hell? It be a story to tell (Yeah)
Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales (Woah)
Me and my n***as, we steady dodgin' the 12 (Uh-huh)
Dodgin' the jail, don't talk on the cell (Yeah)
Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel
Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel
Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel (Woah)
And in my own corners, I trap out the mail (Uh-huh)
Fuck-Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale
I bet it's gon' sell, I bet it's gon' sell
It's whatever with the don, you know I'm leadin' the pack (Uh)
You-You play around, I'll bet you won't get it back (Uh)
I hit your bitch, I guess you won't get it back, uh (Hahaha)
I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
Type of shit I gotta focus on

[Outro: OG Ron C]
Yeah, so chopped up and not slopped up, mane
Young n***as, mane, watch them haters out there, mane
You heard me?
They doin' what they doin', they do what they do best too, hatin'
Chea, take it from the OG, mane
'Cause if you gettin' paper, mane, you feel me?
You gotta work, you hear me? Yeah
ChopStars, Don Toliver, chea, shit
I take pride in introducing our lil' home to the world, you here me?
Yeah, shit, real DJ with the real shit, you feel me
Somebody gotta do it
A lot of y'all DJs actin' like hoes, real talk
If you tell me them n***as been knew, you don't know, chea