Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Let's go

Yeah, uh, I get high, and I get lit

I done turned so far the fuck up, I might die up in this bitch

All my homies got the weed, party sponsored by the crew

And I'm smokin' on that chronic like it's 1992

If you need some, go and ask them, I just hit the wax pen

I won't do no bump unless it's off your woman's ass then

I'm Escobar and I wreck 'em all with that ethanol in my system

I load the bong, and I rip 'em all, and I smoke it all, I get wicked

Shit, I hit my pen so hard

That it pissed me off 'cause I keep poppin' Coors, poppin' Coors

Wicked brought the sticky, I got shots to pour

But you surprised and shocked, I'm sure

I'm knockin' whores on tour that I used to watch on porns

Bitches' slobber got absorbed from the cotton on my boxer shorts

I get more than hammered, feel like I done got destroyed

Phone is dead, I lost my cord, my nose is red, my nostrils sore

I overslept, these hoes I met done crept up out the closet doors

In the desert mountains squirtin' like I shook the bottle, popped the cork

Water sports like Lake Lanier in the park all Georgia summer

Sort of paranoid, I coulda woulda shoulda wanna roll up

Then I stood up lookin' shook and crooked, took a Goody's powder

Took a shower, took a Crown up out the pouch and brought us down, won't make a toast

Wanna chase the ladies, taking baby goats

Reminisce the days of old when I would smoke on Senderos

Tell 'em, wait, I'm weighin' those, I took the shake and made my own

At the roulette table stoned in a penthouse out in Vegas, homie, roll it up

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Let's go

Man, I'm so ducked, like text message fuck-up

Hit that joint and sip that cup up

Let's get peeled for real like oranges and bananas do

I'd rather laugh and get wasted than have an attitude

Smoke the joint and smash a brew

Couple shots, a few sips of Henny

Feeling invincible like Bebop and Rocksteady

But half as smart, heady nugs, petty thugs, kids say no to pills and drugs

Let the Devil lead 'em like he always does

I said I'm smokin' while I'm sittin' in the hotel bathroom

On the sink burning joints the size of baby arms

Everybody asks what kind of vape he on

I fuck with that Alien, my distillate is way beyond

Can't believe my face is numb, I'm feeling subterranean

Bell rung like Le'Veon, attack lungs, no savin' 'em

Fat buds we blazin' 'em, memories erasin' 'em

Have nug runs, they got me wasted, I'm so faded

I can't get away from the cloud

It's like a tractor beam every time the rig is around

I'm like a shatter fiend, mix it with flower, roll it, and ground up, keep so it's easy to pound

And you can call the police, I got that medical now

I'm sellin' Pie, bonin' bitches with the J in my mouth

I got the cookies burnin' like there's a bakery in the house

But ain't nobody cookin', just mixin' a little loud

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Let's go

Weed smoke all in my system, Ciroc with a little bit of pop

No I don't smoke, but I still get, got them clouds from a box

Anybody in your vicinity is a body full of energy

'Til they glass fills with Hennessy

Then I'm gone, face the friend in me

That means everyone's getting they party on

What is your pleasure? Come on

Wasted off life, you home with me

'Cause we do it all however you want it

We get it wasted and flaunt it

Good riddance to anyone who don't feel it

Wicked wizard practicing witchcraft

Forbidden scriptures hidden, encrypted in the pentagrams

Attention, you misfits, I wish that your parents listen

Insist that you be committed in systems

Detention centers, prescriptions was implemented

And now your visions trippin'

You thinkin' you seein' people from a distance

So you bid 'em good riddance, and you're persistent

Gettin' fixed as you're attempting to kill 'em

But see, there isn't anyone there, this weed was different

And the minute that I step up in it, windows tinted indica

In my system, I'm with it, check the THC percentage

What direction am I headed in? I don't know, check with Twiztid

Up at the bar with Wicked, trying to take on my party princess

Uh, ain't nobody really wanna be a part of my party

We smokin' down on some Marley at Harley Quinn's apartment

I'm hardly listening to your little problems, I got Bacardi

Bottles to bury the sign of your nonsense, get off me

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Let's go

With my bloodshot eyes and this thousand-yard stare

See me ridin' down the block, weed smoke in the air

I'm so gone off the Patrón and far from sober

If the pigs on my tail there's no chance I'm pullin' over

I'ma pull out that nectar collector, get it lit

Used to fuckin' with the dabs, I'm on that glob mop shit

Gettin' wasted on distillates, concentrates and next, rocks

Vape pens burning THC oil and wax

G-Mo! Never smoke weed like me, that's not advised

Every time I said I was finna stop, I lied

Inf Gang in L.A. smoking Chocolate Thai

Secondhand probably got my **** Hopsin high

Look, a couple brownies, they found me in a cloudy Audi

Hot boxing looking doped up like Robert Downey

You would think the shit was Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas

The way that I'm layin' in the middle of the street wasted

I'm stingy 'cause **** be having vacuum lungs

You can hit this fuckin' doobie, after that, you done

Bitch, I'm inhalin' grapes, if them **** about it, let 'em vape

I smoke 'til I die then bring an eighth to Heaven's gates

I thought they said it was a gateway drug

God can send me to Hell if I can't stay buzzed

I hit a lick on the plug, take away they bud

Now my house is smellin' like a fuckin' reggae club

Now roll it up

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up)

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay

We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted

Let's go