Bitch we smoking up
Don't give a fuck about a cop
We pouring up
Whole squad smoked up with gas
We staying lit
We be hopping out the whip
With weed and gin
Rinse and repeat I said
Bitch we smoking up
Don't give a fuck about a cop
We pouring up
Whole squad smoked up with gas
We staying lit
We be hopping out the whip
With weed and gin
Rinse and repeat I said
Kicked up at the house I smoke an ounce of the loud
Blue dream to the face I'm always packing it down
Ain't been doing much but I ain't keeping it down
So much blue dream to the face it's like a mace I'm feeling easy
Although I'm stoned all the time my grind will never leave me
Work two jobs to keep the roof above my head
But I've been finding the time to boot up Ableton Live and start a session
It's my escape from my depression
But keep in mind that I've been pulling from bottles
Down like the throttle
I'm far from a fucking role model
Go through zips like they bags of chips
I'm staying ripped
I would never spend a dime on jewelry or designer shit
Keep my squad smoked up with the kush that I've been copping
This ain't nothing like my old flow
Bitch I'm locked in
Wait until the cash flows
Then there's options
For now I lay the tracks down
In my closet
Bitch we smoking up
Don't give a fuck about a cop
We pouring up
Whole squad smoked up with gas
We staying lit
We be hopping out the whip
With weed and gin
Rinse and repeat I said
Bitch we smoking up
Don't give a fuck about a cop
We pouring up
Whole squad smoked up with gas
We staying lit
We be hopping out the whip
With weed and gin
Rinse and repeat I said