Hand me the blunt
We smoking weed on the couch
Jb brought the trees
And he pulled it out the pouch
Need me some weed
Or I'm acting the grouch
Know them boys is always hating Because they know what we about
Free cookie drip
I ain't paid, it's on the house
And the only time we stopped is when it's money on the route
Stop acting shy
Put that pussy on my mouth
Bitch I'm cool on my own
So I'm never chasing clout
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
Got to get me that bag
And every time I come around They say I'm acting different
Probably because I leveled up
They know I'm about to get it
I shoot from 30 feet back and it still swishes
I could have my old girl back and still get kisses
Yea
But I think that'd be a cop out
I ain't really down because it's summer time, drops out
That means all the bops out
Pretty women popped out
As soon as I hopped out
And when I'm gone, it's just a see you later
I'm going to die with diamonds on
I never needed paper
Bro, we just fucked once
I don't need to date her
Money make the world go round
It's still fuck the paper
I'll be around when the duty calls
I ain't ever tripping off them mother fucking booty calls
Yo I got to keep it true with you all
If you ain't down to stand up
I couldn't be cool with you all
On the path you got to keep it focused
Got to stay cool
Got to stay smooth like lotion
Ay got to keep the soda pouring
Water getting choppy, but you got to keep the motor rowing
Hand me the blunt
We smoking weed on the couch
Jb brought the trees
And he pulled it out the pouch
Need me some weed
Or I'm acting like the grouch
Know them boys is always hating
Because they know what we about
Free cookie drip
I ain't paid, it's on the house
And the only time we stopped is when it's money on the route
Stop acting shy
Put that pussy on my mouth
Bitch I'm cool on my own
So I'm never chasing clout
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
Got to get me that bag
Verse two
Now I got it popping in the room
Girl I hit it from the back, so I hope you coming soon
Room start to spin from the drinks that we consumed
And the weed too loud, think it hit a sonic boom
Things get sticky like a mother fucking centerfold
I could feel the changes
Bro I feel them in my ventricles
Yo I'm shooting for celestials
I'm sitting in the driver seat
That's why it got leather holes
White tee with them red eyes
Know I bring the gas so that's why the motor red line
Yea I had to get my head right
If you ain't down to ride, better take your ass to bed time
Big lungs, you ain't even choke
Made love first night, you ain't take it slow
Nerf gun how I left her soaked
Got ghost, two months, still haven't spoke
Keep it moving like some golden spokes
Third eye wide
Right, you ain't even woke
Watch your back, hoes stealing souls
Poof, you ain't even know
Hand me the blunt
We smoking weed on the couch
Jb brought the trees
And he pulled it out the pouch
Need me some weed
Or I'm acting like the grouch
Know them boys is always hating
Because they know what we about
Free cookie drip
I ain't paid, it's on the house
And the only time we stopped is when it's money on the route
Stop acting shy
Put the pussy in my mouth
Bitch I'm cool on my own
So I'm never chasing clout
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
'Bout to go to work
B 'bout to go to work
Got to get me that bag