and hola drink, hit the club, blowin' bang
say you is by no means, ain't gettin' money, no you ain't
rollin' Cali Green in the zigzag paper
smokin' on the bag, boys, who doesn't have neighbors
lookin' for a chick who just wanna have fun
let her hit the joint and push the club on her toes
inhale, exhale, go to jail, I'm forcibly
you dream, I know it well, so much dreams, I'm growin' sale
ounces on em ounces, spaced neck, he you got the deal
and he get me nudgeing what they heal, this 떠 is night of free
shit grown on the weed and she don't even smoke
miss the smoke, shit grown on the weed and
she don't even smoke, need to smoke
shit grown on the weed and she don't even smoke
shit grown on the weed and she don't even smoke
one in ten baby two joints and one in ten
and smoke, smoke, Phantom
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She wants to know it, man.
She wants to know what place we're in.
Bridge, bridge, bridge.
Bye!
Roller 20 zigzags out of one zigzag.
N***a smoke zags over punts.
Better punts smokers know it's in my bag.
He gon' wanna hit.
Since a young n***a, I was getting big.
Ridin' in my black Bonneville bumpin' 3-6.
3-6.
Seeds, n***a, no sticks.
Used to be the world, growin' weed for my whole clique.
Now I'm bound, weed on some grow shit.
When I say grow, I'm talkin' bout the man who grows it.
Lookin' at my ring, look like I froze it.
I'm smokin' good in here, so everybody knows it.
She wanna eat it, she wanna eat the smoke, eat the speech.
She wanna eat it, she wanna eat the smoke, eat the smoke.
She wanna eat it, she wanna eat the smoke, eat the smoke.
She wanna eat it, she wanna eat the smoke, eat the smoke.
She wanna eat it, she wanna eat the smoke, eat the smoke.
Eat the smoke.
Did that scream?
Hamming the screech.
I'm blind with my top, bang my bitch drunk, I'm smokin' weed.
I don't know if they real, but she got double D.
Hamming two cucks, you got a double D.
I don't put it on if it ain't double G.
In the Rolls Royce, cheapin' on a trippin' stick.
I'm bout to transform, take a home and give a damn.
Trippin', trippin' man.
Skit, skit, skit, skit, skit.
Hit it with the phone.
Skit, skit, skit, skit.
Hit it with the phone.
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean.
I got to keep my kitchen clean.
God bless me like I'm feeling sneeze.
God to weigh me on a triple B.
Divorce and parentheses.
All go to my mentees.
Two chains, two finger rings.
My trigger fingers like a lemon squeak.
Climax, make a man hold my side chick.
I'm so high, your whole get hijacked.
And my vision is pyrex.
I do it big like a 5x.
Kill their ass with the eye patch.
I got bad bitches on my side.
I'm a folks around and got sidetracked.
The first night I spent 5 states.
Next night I forgot to count.
I'm so hot, who gon' put the 5 out?
I'm the 5 man, I put 5 out.
Got a pole in my basement.
Tipped a girl like Malaya now.
Ride on these motherfuckers until they blow my ties out.
My wrist deserves a shout out.
I'm like, what a risk.
My stole deserves a shout out.
I'm like, what a risk.
All this jewelry on, then I'm out.
So much money on me, it won't even fall.
I had a dream, rap would work.
Woke up on the block, hit it with a ball.
