I roll up two blunts and smoke 'em back to back

I'm just sippin' on red 'cause I can't find no Act'

I keep her around 'cause she know how to act

And my phone's full of nine, got a line on the 'thrax (phone full of nines, gotta line)

That lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the beat (that lil' bih go crazy, she wild)

The broski took ten and a half in the max

I just took me a flight to LA to relax (took me a flight to relax)

If the new lick don't hit then it's back to the pack

Yeah

It's a GLE, not a Suburban (the GLE fast)

It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass)

She can't wait 'til she see me in person (she can't wait 'til she gag)

Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (took photos on four-doors)

Cop new rollos and fuck up the polo (fuck up the polo)

I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo)

Came out to LA to smoke on the Runtz

Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts

Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach

You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (fall from the line, gotta line)

Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (lil' bih go crazy, she bad)

She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (bad, she get what she want)

Broski got 40, we bringin' it back (broski got 40)

The new lick don't hit then it's back to the pack

It really don't hit me

Yeah, it really don't hit, man

If really don't hit then it's back to the yard

I tripled my advance, you watchin' me splurge

When I got it low, I was makin' it surge

The money comin', it's a gift and a curse

When that money came in, all the snakes start to merge

My new Rollie come clean, that bitch look like a virgin

And I'm sippin' on all of that drink, it's a murder

Can't fuck on these beats, robbin' shit is unheard of

Yeah broski had the bars unlocked like a burglar

We got some 30s, we can aim at your birdie

I got two bad bitches, wanna do virgin

Young superstar, pull up in a suburban (okay)

Young superstar, show the world what it means

How much money can you fit in your jeans?

I walk in these places and buy me some things

And I feel like the RZA 'cause I got the C.R.E.A.M

It's a GLE, not a Suburban (the GLE fast)

It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass)

She can't wait 'til she see me in person (she can't wait 'til she gag)

Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (took photos on four-doors)

Cop new rollos and fuck up the polo (fuck up the polo)

I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo)

Came out to LA to smoke on the Runtz

Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts

Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach

You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (fall from the line, gotta line)

Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (lil' bih go crazy, she bad)

She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (bad, she get what she want)

Broski got 40, we bringin' it back (broski got 40)

The new lick don't hit then it's back to the pack