We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

Now I just stunt on my own (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Kinda doin' my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low I'm in a race, and taking the winners

Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder It do not matter Money so old, diamonds spoiled My

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no

I wanna get high, I wanna get low Come on, I wanna smoke a little spliff with you Smokin', smokin' love I wanna get high, baby let's go Smokin, smokin' love Small world we're livin' in, rock set in stone One life I've been livin' in, come on let's go

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me

I can't get much higher Know that I can't get much higher Word to my supplier Buy it, break it, roll it, light it Been smoking that fire Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me Use that fire, ignite it Use that fire, ignite it, I can't get

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

Crack rock crack rock Hittin' stones in glass homes You're smokin' stones in abandoned homes Crooked cop dead cop You don't know how little you matter Until you're all alone In the middle of Arkansas With a little rock left in that glass dick

Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss This close you better never miss Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed But Cinderella never sees the sun You'll be gone before mornin' comes Like to love, but you love to run