Guzzle, guzzle Yeah I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody take a hit Yeah, I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody wanna Smoke signals coming from the indoors Scraping off white wall tires Ain't got wings, just Johnny out the window

Oh oh oh I wanna go crazy Whoa yeah it felt good on my lips You can go crazy too I wanna go crazy with you Everybody sayin' whoa how sweet it is Whoa how sweet it is She said her name was a hand me down name From the side of a family that long ago came

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

I'm grindin', I can't even get no rest I'm vibin', I ain't even wanna take my meds Everybody like "what the fuck goin' in your head?" I'm from Broward County, but not the same place as X Yeah, I just fucked my ex bitch on that X Say she miss me and she

Tired of love songs, tired of love Wanna go home, whoa Just wanna go home, wanna go home I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs So tired of love songs, tired of love songs I, I, oh I, yeah Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you Is somebody to you (Yeah you!) Look at me now, I'm falling I can't even talk, still stuttering Everybody's trying to be a billionaire But every time I look at you I just don't care

Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch

You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see It's the place to be (To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (Let my angel sing) To live and die in L.A. What everybody wanna see yeah “Street Science, you’re on the

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with