Haha, Max Lord, preach it, haha
I fuck the blunt up, haha (Oh, uh-uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad, haha)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)
Yeah, fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and that .40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right
Me? I live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
I can read minds
You was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
Time, time will tell
I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'
When my world upside down, I'm smilin'
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like, yeah, these are my tears
Sing away my fears
Buzz Lightyears away from here, ayy
Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma
I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
You're fine as hell
I'm drunk as well
He ain't right
Me? I live a better life
Walk around with the brightest ice
In that Ghost like Poltergeist
I can show you paradise
Me? I live a better life
You tryna deny that I ain't rich is just like suicide
I could come like daddy, right?
Triple 9, fuck the pastor's wife
I can read minds
You were thinkin' that I am that nigga, right?
I roll the blunt up, count the guap up
Smoke the Ganja then fuck your momma
I never gave a fuck, at all, never
I got a way with words, I'm a lil' too clever
I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
Yeah, yeah