Niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O
I dont need them suckers listenin to me
Pack a bong full of everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath which I keep a set of Andy clippers
I could fix my nine in a four we go over by them bitches
A quick lil something can't get the back
I dont know where I left my hand mirror
Type of dillemas will never hinder my jet living
We juss chillin so dont come round here fake toughin
Outside the club waitin to tip drivers who pull our cars up
The fuck you thought this was dawg
I'mma trill muhfucker after all
Haters is dressed as safety nets
But you can catch me on air when my new shit premier
Fuck playin dead pimpin imma play the bear
Fish burn turn flip styles furiously
This that 70 soul green alchemistry
Aye mang been a G since buddy lee's
Lames be cuffin they jeans and they bitches
I be cookin these bird ass hoes
Love got a shovel in her hand
Strike gold build your own coffin with it, deadass
Flick ashes on the girls in my pas tense
The teles for the ones I was juss fuckin
The crib for the I was gone get right back wit
Its easy to get tangled in the stars