Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Jets nigga now we're having weenie Bitches I tell the gang that Yeah Yeah How fly Yeah The back seat is for new bums Homie I'm grown I hop in front and drive this bitch on my own Out the driveway windows half raised Buffing maids on some Sade Chucking the deuces to my neighbors Like them Houston players Got the two door Caprice Black and red like a Sega Genesis password first Pimping all you can't get into this Hang up Access denied you can't fly You a lame spider man Tangled in the web of lies Global travel red eyes Playing plot strategize Double XL Now I'm after the source and the vibe Only magazines yet to recognize In 2009 Nigga worth it he deserve it He ain't perfect but he working On that second album Dropped the first one with Amalgam Digital dollars A full slice Where the massages will be provided By my down ass Exotic dancing Italian goddess The planes got it That's why she riding with the pilot Vines fiddled Smoked out in the same crowd Where Waldo was spotted Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets Niggas on the quest Like Johnny and Hodges I'm back better than ever No hiatus Just weed crushers Rollers and one and a half wide papers Catch me a spitter smoking up You got trees nigga light it I heard it's a weed friendly environment Seen them at my shows Front row getting excited They all smoking Memorize my lines Say I'm the tightest No bitches who rep the gang Hardest niggas who do the same And don't support that bullshit They only do the planes In every city We smoking like a train They heard I'm swinging past Now them bitches getting gas Octane Not a name to compare them to I could skydive No parachute With just a dope pair of shoes Zig zags and hella tattoos Put you in a mad state That this is my movie But you in it too The bomb weed make it critical Sit with the vampire in his interview