Smoke, drink, trap, repeat Smoke, drink, trap, repeat If you ain't going in then get the fuck out
Smoke, drink, trap, repeat Smoke, drink, trap, repeat
Life to the max, return of the Mac High off max, fear to the facts Your daughter fat, sticky lips She got them hips, keep rocking it Got me twins and they not Olsens Hundreds in my hands, I hold 'em Ben Franklin, man, that's good omen Stacking blocks like the romans Cash knots in my clothing Let's trip out whenever there's no fear and loathing So pop another, don't tell your mother Growing up if you know what's up Let it burn, light the blunt, show you gold if you tryna stunt
So fuck the world, I'm a punk Fuck the world, I'm a punk I'm blowing up with a 95, how old is that? So fuck the world, I'm a punk Fuck the world, I'm a punk I'm blowing up with a 95, how old is that?
City of angels, home of the angles Hold to your halos,..because I say so Twisted, we tango, bottles and tables Attraction, fatal, you feel that pain, though We play, though, she game, though This fame hoe she aim low
So fuck the world, I'm a punk Fuck the world, I'm a punk I'm blowing up with a 95, how old is that? So fuck the world, I'm a punk Fuck the world, I'm a punk I'm blowing up with a 95, how old is that?
All night until the morning Flipping big, snapping flicks
But after all these years I guess who really knows? This is what I pour and this is what I smoke A perfect combination, this is my anecdote Dough, dough, life in slow-mo
So fuck the world, I'm a punk Fuck the world, I'm a punk I'm blowing up with a 95, how old is that? So fuck the world, I'm a punk Fuck the world, I'm a punk I'm blowing up with a 95, how old is that?