Smokin' in the boys' room 'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Man, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys' room Whoo, did you ever seem to have one of those days When everyone's on your

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

My head is spinnin', smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop My head is spinnin' This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot Smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' Tay Keith, fuck

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'm so gassed up, uh, so gassed up I'm so gassed up, uh, I'm so gassed up, uh I'm so gassed up, uh, okay, gassed up (gassed up) Gassed up, hey, I'm so gassed up, hey Smoking blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuffed, ayy To Bass be the glory Ok, am I

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

Mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low Smokin' on the low Schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect Like everyone I know What more can I say now? I still been drinkin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low

I got the keys to Heaven now Baes all around and they got my mind spinning Blow that smoke and let me love that fire I don't need no memories They be smokin' now I'm floating higher So good, so good for me This madness so good for me This madness so good

I'm smoking everywhere I go (No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I'm blowin' every gram I own (That purp, that bomb, that kush) Don't gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that,

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know