What is the next step in the operation now?What's be killin' me?Actin' like they blowin' poundsWe flowin' for the fires, we went out comin' in townThe boom is standin', let's just face it, we're workin' where she atI ain't gon' lie, I've been smokin' till the day I dieI ain't in a Chevy, and you know I'm suckin' these, manBut that's the problem, man, then we'll take it back, you haters, manLet go of my heart, I'm high, it's all my guts, it's all suspensionI don't give a *, I'll probably get it, but bitchAnd I left my phone on the spot to eat it, sleep and do it all againI'm lackin' energy, let's go, go, go, let's drink, drinkMy name is fantasy, you know it, I'm high, bro, yeahI don't get hangin', got that job, nah, I ain't gamesBe a lawyer, throw the project, lookin' for itSo get that door, man, it's like a targetThinkin' damn, I'm playin' down the smokeIt's like you ballin' when you only sellin' me some timeCheck this out, I'm high, got me clickin' when I'm rollin' aroundHash on my bucket, place my feet in, do it, reach my highBall * like it is, hell, it's me, just better runnin' nowHash on my bucket, place my feet in, do it, reach my highYeah, that's true, yeah, that's trueHash on my bucket, place my feet in, do it, reach my highAll she's like, hey, that's him, bitch, you better run or notAnd to my mama, there's a beatin' to it with my heartAll you niggas on me, yeah, that's a show, yeah, that's a showWatch out, it's getting green, look it, nigga, I'm a starThey hit the corner, it raps, throw the killer, leave the gospelI don't smoke with me, but not to get the one I'm watching, manIf you need me, hook up with me, I'm for real to deathAll my niggas on it, if you don't, if you high, just clap your handsAll my niggas on it, if you don't, if you high, just clap your handsNigga, check this guy's together, smoke up, know it, leave it, manAlways checkin' out a nigga with a blunt up in my neckGive me money, how you think, cause you got green in me and you be braveIf I let you smoke with me, you lucky, I'ma keep it realI don't give a * about a bag of drugs, smoke my weedIf you got the money, you need it for hell, all this fuckin' money, no playWith a motherfuckin' fuckin' old playSuckin' on some hate, once again, hit the plate, heySettin' like you fallin' when you only sellin' days to die*, this habit of mine, got me clickin' when I'm on the grindPass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heartAll she's like, hey, that's him, bitch, you better run or notPass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heartYeah, that's the *, yeah, that's the *Pass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heartAll she's like, hey, that's him, bitch, you better run or notPass up my fuckin' things, I'm beatin' to it with my heartYeah, that's the *, yeah, that's the *