No L's

Knock, knock, knock Loud knockin' Good weed knockin' at your door Fuck, fuck, fuck, and you know we fucked up She was there, pull up, you know we gonna fuck Oh, shit, she wanna coop up No weak shit Fried as fuck, Friday night (Friday night) Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck) Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice) I got all this stuff (all this stuff) Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind) Huh These girls say, "Smino, don't you know Friday your day?" I told her, "I'm up on Venus right now, girl, I'm outta your space" And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even noticin' gains My only goal, get everythin' I want, then give it away Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds, irrigate We just doin' this shit for the babes (ooh-ooh) Please 'xcuse, that's what all this passion in me, got me drillin' and shakin' You are not set in stone, all that shit that you wrote in pencil and crayon (crayon) I'm goin' Crayola, get- I'm goin' Crayola, get high as Jay Hova Get my final say from the séance My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel is my Beyoncé-ance Ave Maria, agave tequila, my mind in the steamer, my brain a museum Don't got what you see, I'm connected like seam Cards that they dealt made a king out of him Fried as fuck, Friday night (Friday night) Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck) Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice) I got all this stuff (I got all this stuff) Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind) Fried as fuck, Friday night Drivin' hot as fuck Ain't got no license I got all this stuff (all this stuff) Stuff on my mind One, two, three, four, fifth cup in My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party (party) Send hoes on my side, I been havin' these hoes on they toes like Crocs (sell it) Ironic the pot, what's the Crock? Brought the sauce in the stu and this bitch breathin' fire (yeah-yeah) Caucasian driver, no top, Greg Popp But the spurs on that bih we outside (horses) The goal wasn't guap, it was makin' more opportunities and opps Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do, overtake me and my rides (goddamn) I really feel more community than comp', 'round here we got motion My bih ride around to Frank Ocean (these bitches want Nikes) My bro ride around with explosives (mo-mo-mo) I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost And I can't be a mirror to somethin', that dog on the street that I go through Sometimes, you gotta move when the spirit say so Okay, Jose, I'm on Cuervo Been afflicted, feel like J. Lo Just wanna lay low, sometimes Sometimes, I find that I'm just complainin', plainin' Sometimes, I find the time to get wasted (sometimes)