(Whoa, whoa) (Here we come!) When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry Leave it all out on the field tonight We ain't gonna stop, ready or not

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out You cop it live, boy I got it all on film Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk No you

Pull up swerving in a coupe Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Maison Margiela all over my shoe Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu Smokin' on loud pack, ouu

Ah, yeah beautiful girls Here I am, ain't no man of the world, no All I need is a beautiful girl What a sweet talkin' honey with a little bit of money can turn your head around She was seaside sittin', just a smokin' and a drinkin' on ringside, On top of

Mirror on the ceiling (We smokin' 'em all) Light me up and breathe in We smokin' 'em all Get off on me, my body's got you pleadin' Mirror on the ceilin' Off on me, my body's got you pleadin'

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

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

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

(Just believe, just believe) Just believe (just believe, just believe, just believe) Smokin' on the loudest ? Tryna see through a cloud of doubt Goin' till a pound is out We all got problems too proud to pout Born in '99, I ain't about to count Takin'