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Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Young niggas in this bitch Trippy-ass niggas in this bitch Rich icons, motherfucker Creative motherfuckin' genius Uh And I don't give a shit Straight up, I don't plan on it Roll it up, light it up,have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (Nigga) Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up (Uh), have a puff, let's take a plane Nothin' but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up So much shinin', so much diamonds, all that there come from so much grindin' So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin' In your town, I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one All my niggas straight drug addicts 'cause it takes one for you to know one Bake some and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one Got a couple of Rollies, dog, but I'm usually rocking the gold one Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors, I close 'em Don't talk a mil', you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one, bitch Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up (Uh), have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (Yes, sir) Smokin' and sippin' while watching hoes strippin' (Yeah, ho) Poppin' and rollin', I'm chiefin' this potent (Yeah, ho) Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper (Yeah, ho) Got from my bitch and she get from her mama (Yeah, ho) Talking like this, I be walking like this Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch Taylor Gang niggas the number one chiefers Smokin' on gas, probably louder than speakers (Mhm) Mix with the hash, dip in the lean, Blue Dream, I'm a fuckin' fiend (Fuckin' fiend) Standin' on Fairfax gettin' smoked out with them niggas from Supreme (From Supreme) Trippy sticks, bong rips, blunt dip, I'm down to do whatever (Whatever, bitch) She wanna pop a molly, man, Juicy J gon' fuckin' let her (She did) For a stronger strain, I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie (Yes, sir) When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin' you can tell me Xanax bars, beans, and syrup, that's my trippy kit (Ho) I'm like a pimp in the club working your bitch (Bitch) Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (Bitch) Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane I don't like to say I because, like, we're a collective Like, Sledgren makes the beats And like fuckin' Cardo or Jerm does the engineering Or me and Chevy sit around and talk about shit, and come up with shit We made it comfortable for a lot of people to do, like, what they doin' and feel cool, like, doin' that shit So what we gon' do with this mixtape is, like, really just turn it around and, like, step that up
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