What is the next step in the operation now?
What's be killin' me?
Actin' like they blowin' pounds
We flowin' for the fires, we went out comin' in town
The boom is standin', let's just face it, we're workin' where she at
I ain't gon' lie, I've been smokin' till the day I die
I ain't in a Chevy, and you know I'm suckin' these, man
But that's the problem, man, then we'll take it back, you haters, man
Let go of my heart, I'm high, it's all my guts, it's all suspension
I don't give a *, I'll probably get it, but bitch
And I left my phone on the spot to eat it, sleep and do it all again
I'm lackin' energy, let's go, go, go, let's drink, drink
My name is fantasy, you know it, I'm high, bro, yeah
I don't get hangin', got that job, nah, I ain't games
Be a lawyer, throw the project, lookin' for it
So get that door, man, it's like a target
Thinkin' damn, I'm playin' down the smoke
It's like you ballin' when you only sellin' me some time
Check this out, I'm high, got me clickin' when I'm rollin' around
Hash on my bucket, place my feet in, do it, reach my high
Ball * like it is, hell, it's me, just better runnin' now
Hash on my bucket, place my feet in, do it, reach my high
Yeah, that's true, yeah, that's true
Hash on my bucket, place my feet in, do it, reach my high
All she's like, hey, that's him, bitch, you better run or not
And to my mama, there's a beatin' to it with my heart
All you niggas on me, yeah, that's a show, yeah, that's a show
Watch out, it's getting green, look it, nigga, I'm a star
They hit the corner, it raps, throw the killer, leave the gospel
I don't smoke with me, but not to get the one I'm watching, man
If you need me, hook up with me, I'm for real to death
All my niggas on it, if you don't, if you high, just clap your hands
All my niggas on it, if you don't, if you high, just clap your hands
Nigga, check this guy's together, smoke up, know it, leave it, man
Always checkin' out a nigga with a blunt up in my neck
Give me money, how you think, cause you got green in me and you be brave
If I let you smoke with me, you lucky, I'ma keep it real
I don't give a * about a bag of drugs, smoke my weed
If you got the money, you need it for hell, all this fuckin' money, no play
With a motherfuckin' fuckin' old play
Suckin' on some hate, once again, hit the plate, hey
Settin' like you fallin' when you only sellin' days to die
*, this habit of mine, got me clickin' when I'm on the grind
Pass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heart
All she's like, hey, that's him, bitch, you better run or not
Pass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heart
Yeah, that's the *, yeah, that's the *
Pass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heart
All she's like, hey, that's him, bitch, you better run or not
Pass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heart
Yeah, that's the *, yeah, that's the *