Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Strip in the nighttime, yeah
(Roll it up right now) when I smoke and drive

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Get nowUh, I'm to the grave with this
I learned how to roll a joint
(Yeah) In seventh grade and shit
I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad had found it in a month
he had enough so I got up
I'm in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust
I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah
Spaceships see me when I'm up, yeah
I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah
with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of backwoods
I can spend the next four months here
I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high,
Mask on when I'm outside,
drive fast, don't waste time
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt,
hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Give a fuck about these cops,
put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W over my clan,
Only time I get an L is when I be throwin'
I been a king with the bars but
now I can play the guitar and the bassline
I heard them saying they doing it first,
I'm doing this shit for the eighth time
I used to want a pool, now I'm waking up
and I got one in the backyard
I break a lotta rules, so you know
I be drivin' the whip like a NASCAR
Got house on the Hills, I still smack y'all
Never say no to the blunt,
I smoke it 'til it's all the way down to the ash
I just lit a spliff blew it in a cop's face
so they couldn't see the plates
Pull up to the crib, drove past four gates
that was all that she could take, ayy
Used both hands like she tryna say grace
Said amen, then I blessed her face (Amen)
I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'mma smoke until the suns blocked,
I was really on Cleveland selling raps on tapes
I had a couple of people with me
I still keep gorillas with me,
I ain't talking 'bout Bape
I'm a wizard with the potions,
I ain't talking 'bout Snape, ayy
I put a bag in my carryon luggage
I walk through the airport I'm holding the shit
Somebody else put their coke in their ass
like they holdin' their shit
My boy just snuck through the metal detector
and he got a pole like he ready to fish
Whenever I get a Grammy, I'm poppin' the top
and I'm pouring a four in the whip
I just high fived this holiness, damn
Every shot I take, I make,
it's like I'm Kobe's wrist
after a decade of me makin' hits
So if my name ain't on that bitch,
you shouldn't make a list
when I get inside the car, I mean
when I open up the jar (See)
if they tryna press a charge
I be pullin' strings like my guitar, yeah