Got the blunt roll for me when I get out the booth Last summer with friends was cool, now I ain't playin' with you Started lurkin', askin' questions, I ain't got no time to waste Sweatin' me like that, I spend on X all day White top, damn, it's on That lil' baby made it weak Nothin' my paper long, gettin' new cards in every day Nothin' my momma straight, I'ma be grateful every day Raise my load above, watchin' the blitz fall on me Just a broke for me, what you want from me? Give a hot lil' n***a you a joke to me Yeah, *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, ain't no way you can relate You broke for me, ain't way too close to me You gotta hit a blunt, hit a blunt and talk to me Yeah, *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, ain't no way you can relate You can't hang with me, baby, you ain't gettin' no money I might finesse her out some bubba, she gon' leave in the morning I had to boss up on the bitch because my old chick was born I can't be pullin' out no Mazda, I get jiggy in Florence I'm a dog, hellhound, and you know I don't play I got some girls out of Houston from L.A. to the Bay I can't hold no conversation if I'm not gettin' paid Why this girl say she gon' leave, but whole time she gon' stay? Just a road for me, what you want from me? Give a hot little nigga you a joke to me Yeah, *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, ain't no way you can relate You broke for me, ain't way too close to me You gotta hit a blunt, hit a blunt and talk to me Yeah, *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, ain't no way you can relate I'm ***ed with you niggas, you ain't drippin' enough Had to kick them hoes, thought they wasn't with it enough In the streets, I got smoke, my windows tinted as *** Now I ain't goin' and gettin' no backwoods, bitch, YG blunt *** up my face, in my heart, I got hate *** up my face, I'm fightin' the case *** up my face, that chick ain't late *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, I'm ***in' your bitch She *** up my face, I love that *** *** up my face, I'm too rich *** up my face, I'm a game breaker, bitch I need a bitch like Marilyn Monroe I tell her, *** it up, *** it up, *** it up, *** it up, *** it up, hoe I give her my Amex and let her shop out on her own And let her run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Make you say, whoa Just the road for me, what you want from me? Give a hot little nigga you a joke to me, yeah *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, ain't no way you can relate Keep it real for me, ain't way too close to me You gotta hear the blood, hear the blood, talk to me Yeah, *** up my face, you can't relate *** up my face, ain't no way you can relate