作词 : Enoch Harris/E. Allen/Colson Baker
作曲 : Enoch Harris/E. Allen/Colson Baker
Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pocket full of what
Hella Quarters, like I'm 'bout to
Feed the meter on it
Two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain't even parkin'
We just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter
Pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I'm so facetious, so indecent
**** the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins
I'm sayin'
Roll up, my nigga
What's the hold up, my nigga
Smoke until my eyes red
That's Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from, you get popped
That ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green
Like some groceries, nigga
Yeah, fast life, hash pipes
Lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch
Peel off on last night's
Super stoned, where is home
I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy
I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like
You're on the moon talkin'
Michael Jackson with my accents
I call this moonwalkin'
Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods
I don't care who's watchin'
EST a ****ing army
I'm the platoon sergeant
Roll up, my nigga
What's the hold up, my nigga
Smoke until my eyes red
That's Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from, you get popped
That ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green
Like some groceries, nigga
Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
Tank full, goin' to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It's a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain't nobody realer than us ayy
Ain't nobody triller than us ayy
Birdman hands on 'em
Hermes smell on him
B***h you know we comin' out the van
Shout out to the fans
Early Monday mornin', haha
I packed a Tulu bag high as shit
Already soarin'
Where you goin'
Space station, engine roarin' (woah)
Gettin' faced in the foreign (yeah)
*** tate like it's pourin'
Space game with the Martians
I don't ever do the norm
Ayy we only steppin' out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha
Roll up, my nigga
What's the hold up, my nigga
Smoke until my eyes red
That's Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from, you get popped
That ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green
Like some groceries, nigga
Roll up, my nigga
What's the hold up, my nigga
Smoke until my eyes red
That's Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from, you get popped
That ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green
Like some groceries, nigga