(Nah I ain't even bout to do too much)

Two tone on with a bitch and a bong, This weed got me floatin' like I'm Neil Armstrong

Puff puff pass, but your ass do it wrong I'ma go and play this tune when you feelin' too gone

Two tone on with a bitch and a bong, This weed got me floatin' like I'm Neil Armstrong

Puff puff pass, but your ass do it wrong I'ma go and play this tune when you feelin' too gone

Okay, okay, they lame and they still in my way

They lame, give a fuck what they say Cause I'ma do me at the end of the day

We gettin' the paper, we chasin, do none of that fakin

This new clique I'm makin, you gettin' too gone, but you just medicatin

These bitches friends with me, they communicatin' I ain't been trippin, I'm in a good mood

Might be too gone, but I'm still the same dude, High as fuck girl go pass all the food

Might sip on some brew while I mack it out with you

Run up in the trap, never lookin straight back, girl go and bring the cat, come and sit it in my lap

(Gone, gone, far way too gone)

That bitch, she drunk with a whole lot of hydro Me my bitch, both not fuckin' with no five-zero

Maybe too gone, but I'm tryna get by ho, Know we got the green like a motherfuckin' geico, aye

My steeze got em droppin' knees Bad hoe see Japanese

Speakin' real shit, my expertise They think I'm hot and yo bitch agrees

Two tone on with a bitch and a bong, This weed got me floatin' like I'm Neil Armstrong

Puff puff pass, but your ass do it wrong I'ma go and play this tune when you feelin' too gone

Two tone on with a bitch and a bong, This weed got me floatin' like I'm Neil Armstrong

Puff puff pass, but your ass do it wrong I'ma go and play this tune when you feelin' too gone

Okay, okay, they lame and they still in my way

They lame, give a fuck what they say Cause I'ma do me at the end of the day

We gettin' the paper, we chasin, do none of that fakin

This new clique I'm makin, you gettin' too gone, but you just medicatin

These bitches friends want me, they communicatin