(Right)
Ay, what my homie, Mike P, say?
Roll the windows up when I get in the car
And I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speeding on the sunset strip in the night time, yeah
Tryna get fucked up (ay, all my smokers light something up) (ay)
Roll the windows up (roll it up right now)
When I smoke and drive
Uh, I'm to the grave with this
I learned how to roll a joint
Before I shaved and shit (yeah)
In seventh grade and shit
I was smoking OG Kush and Lemon Haze and shit
Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad had found it, in a month
He kicked me out he had enough
So I got up, I'm in the kitchen baking pizza with a crust
For a paycheck 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
I'm in the party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
I'm on quarantine but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of Backwoods
I can spend the next four months here
I spent 10K cash I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high but no stunts here
Mask on when I'm outside
Drive fast don't waste time
Ass all on my FaceTime
Strap on my wasteline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt
Hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Don't give a fuck about these cops
Put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W
Up with my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get a L
Is when I be throwing one up for the gang sign
I been the king with the bars
But now I play guitar and the baseline
I heard 'em 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 lot of rules
So you know I be driving the whip like a NASCAR
Never went Hollywood
Got a 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 y'all (yeah)
I just lit a spliff, blew it in a cop's face
I just hit a switch so they couldn't see the plates
Pull up to the crib, drove past four gates (yeah)
Gave her half my dick, that was all that she could take, ay
Used both hands like she tryna say grace (ay)
Said, "Amen" then I blessed her face (amen)
I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'ma smoke until the sun's blocked, I don't use drapes (okay)
I was really out in Cleveland selling raps on tapes
I had a couple of people with me that I watched turn fake (yeah, yeah)
I still keep gorillas with me I ain't talkin' 'bout Bape
I'm a wizard with the potions, I ain't talkin' 'bout Snape
Ay, I put it bag on my carry-on luggage
I walk through the airport I'm holding this shit
Somebody else put the coke in their ass
And they walking through like they holding a 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' a top
And I'm pourin' a four in the whip
Holy shit, I'm so high I just hi-fived His Holiness (damn)
Every shot I take I make, it's like I'm Kobe's wrist (woo)
This how I feel after a decade of me making hits
So if my name ain't on that bitch, you shouldn't make a list
Roll the windows up when I get inside the car
I mean, roll the windows down when I open up the jar, see
I'ma call the mayor if they try and press a charge
I'm a mob boss, I be pulling strings like my guitar, yeah
Roll the windows up when I get in the car
And I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speeding on the sunset strip in the night time yeah
Tryna get fucked up (get fucked up, ay) (ay)
Roll the windows up (roll it up right now)
When I smoke and drive
