[Intro]
(Tell 'er I'm Chase N Dough)
[Chorus: FBG Young]
Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (Young)
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (Let's go)
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (Shout out to folks 'nem)
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (FBG, MG)
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (L'z off the pack)
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (Trell off the Henny, dope over there)
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (Hell nah, man)
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour—
[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Roll up the pack, where the shakies at?
Drilling on his keys, that's gon' get him whacked
Beam on me, never lack, these niggas hella wack
Took a trip to the mountains, I don't think I'm coming back
Try me, then it's a riot, a lot of yo' niggas dying
Take a hit off the pack, put my swag on autopilot
Say she wanna fuck the gang, told her, "Gon' get in line"
Keep the chopper on me 'cause Young, B be on his grind
Gone off the pack, pass it like Hasselback
Shouts out to number 4, two cups, I'm off the shits
Stack some, trust none, TVG hitters out
One call, do a hit, man down, get him out
Shouts out to FYB, get money, pour this, bitch
Take her to the plane, get her hella TV dick
Ayy, Meechie, roll up, Day Day, what the fuck is up?
Shouts out to the shits 'cause Reesey on one, huh
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (DJay)
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour—
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
Roll up the dope, nah, that's that Tooka pack (Tooka)
I'm posted on the S getting 'nat where them shooters at (Shooters at)
Smoking on that stupid pack, this Kushy got me high
Gon' tell 'em I'm chasing dough, get that bag or die
Fast money, long money like Lake Shore Drive
With them hitters off a hitter, I'll take your life
And I'll take your wife 'cause yo' BM doing dicks
Take a thirty to the head like we doing a hit
Off that loud with that lean, Billionaire, he on his shit
Number 1 got news clips for you pussies, you, bitch
Niggas rocking with them vics, so they cooling with the opps
Number 3, he got a jock, Coca-Cola, don't get popped
Send this bitch to the moon, then I'm back to the block
Fly Boy Gang, we on top, eat a dick if you not
D-T-D, E-A-D since you all on my cock
I'm a 63rd gate jumper, this shit don't stop, L's
[Chorus: Reese G]
Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (Yes)
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (Yes)
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit (Okay)
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (Smoke)
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (Yes)
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (Okay)
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit (Let's get it)
The Sour–Sour—
[Verse 3 (False Start): Reese G]
Green apple candy, collard green Mist
Sprinkles on the loud like the ice up in my wrist
[Interlude: Reese G, Dr. Dre & Unknown Male]
Hold on, hold on, hold on now
Run that shit back, man
These niggas ain't feeling me, man
This Reese G on the track
061 Money Gang
Let's get it
You are now about to witness the—
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[Chorus: Reese G]
...Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay lit (Green apple candy), Sour stay lit
Sour stay lit (Green apple candy), Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay lit (Green apple candy), Sour stay lit
Sour stay lit (Green apple candy), Sour stay lit (Let's get it)
The Sour–Sour—
[Verse 3: Reese G]
Green apple candy (Yes), collard green Mist (Okay)
Sprinkles on the loud like the ice up in my wrist (Woo)
Swishers after Swishers, I done burned up two BICs (Kush, Kush, Kush, Kush)
And my pounds after pounds 'cause I hit a few licks
Sour after Sour, Kushy loud, no sticks (Damn)
No seeds, break it down, you can roll real quick (Smoke)
Smoke kief like the Dallas and I call it "Ass-kick" (Oh)
Good Kush without a Swisher, you can call it bastard (Yes)
But I'm higher than a plane on my cloud swag shit
If I take another pull, Space Jam, martian (Swag)
Pop a couple blue Stewies, 30's give him hardheads (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cross a real nigga path, you a easy target
Lime green in the whip, the same color carpet (Swag)
Push start on the whip, same time, flick BIC (Let's get it)
Loud after loud, smoke hard, got me dope sick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On my Weezy Amsterdam, we'll blow the whole zip, yeah
[Chorus]
Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay, Sour stay, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
Sour stay lit, Sour stay lit
The Sour–Sour—
