Sittin' writing rhymes in my notepad
Louis messenger, True Religion on my bookbag
Yeezy on my feet, purple hair under my Louis hat
Tryna stay sober but I'm thinkin' "where the smoke at"
Roll another blunt, where the kush at
Looking for a trip, I need two tabs
Bitch I'm on a roll, I need two flats
Woke up next morning thinkin' "why the fuck I do that"
This acid on my tongue, this molly in my mouth
I'm smokin' on this loud, boy I ain't comin' down
Shit I'm just havin' fun, that's what I'm all about
I roll another blunt, I'm never runnin' out
Said I ain't runnin' out, I bought the kushy by the pound
You rollin' Dutches, I'mma have to come and slap you out (bitch)
We smokin' Backwoods, I got Russian creams and dark stouts
I'm so motherfuckin' high, I'm bout to pass out
I was rollin' off a flat, I'm bout to crash now
I need some xanny bars and some tabs now
I'm walkin' into walls, stumblin' outta class now
Pro Tools actin' up, I'm just hoping it don't crash now
In a foreign car, 250 on the dash now
With some foreign broads, titties and they ass out
I got blunts, weed, liquor, and some cash out
Drivin' so damn fast that I think I'm bout to crash now
Sittin' writing rhymes in my notepad
Louis messenger, True Religion on my bookbag
Yeezy on my feet, purple hair under my Louis hat
Tryna stay sober but I'm thinkin' "where the smoke at"
Roll another blunt, where the kush at
Looking for a trip, I need two tabs
Bitch I'm on a roll, I need two flats
Woke up next morning thinkin' "why the fuck I do that"