go (gas)

fuckin' put on a wrong head pair of headphones and shit

uh

just took ten shots and i ain't passed out

spent a hundred grand and i ain't cash out

if you smoking og

bring the grass out

these niggas filled up

bring the gas out

talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole

i have my fuckin' way with this game

no remote control

drinking on some gin cause i like alcohol

how the fuck you sposed to win

you don't know how to ball

turnt up but still smoking

tryna drive but my eyes barely open

see the cars

see the watch

see i done moved up

in my condo smoking out watching true blood

tryna take taco to the strip club

tryna take tyler to the dealer bruh

tryna take domo to the weed spot

true pothead so i need pot

]

go

i'm so fuckin loaded

pockets and the smoke and all the bitches

tell em

go

faded and i'm floatin

i hope your lungs is open

all the bitches

tell em

go

(now i been around the world before

but i never thought it'd be this way

and i smoked up all this weed before

but i never thought it'd feel this way)

and all the bitches be like

yeah"