stack it to the ceiling

ever since i woke up this morning

i've been on

twist the cap up off my weed jar

and smoked a cone

took a shower and got gone in the wind

like steve wynn

i'm from the streets of california where we be hustlin and grittin'

gettin' that women

mobbin' and mackin'

droppin' and stackin'

wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a million

perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building

packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh what a feelin'

he's a fraudulent

i'm immaculate

he a simp

he a sap

he irrelevant

i'm a boss

i'm a factor

i'm a hundred percent

i'm a hustler like larry flynt

getting money's my habit

i stay in the traffic

papered up like a tablet

my bankroll is massive

if i walked in a loser

mayne i'm gonna walk out a winner

i ball like a hooper man

papered up like a printer

i ain't wrapped too tight

i'm touched

i'm throwed

mental health

argue with my conscience cursin' out myself

my psychologist got a psychologist

neurologist too

i'm one of one

i'm not like you

act like you know

dippin' and bobbin' and weavin'

in and out of traffic

from the morning to the evening

trying to get my paper right

my nigga

stack it to the ceiling

act like you know

dippin' and bobbin' and weavin'

in and out of traffic

from the morning to the evening

trying to get my paper right

my nigga

stack it to the ceiling

drinking and blowing on some good bud

smokin' on a strain you never heard of

exclusive shit

i got it from my plugs

you drop my weed on my rug

that's twenty pushups

that's a party foul

you can do 'em later or do 'em now

i don't allow

aliens around me

that's a no-no

they'll try to sneak me and turn my brains into adobo

rarely see me solo

if you do i'm not

best believe e-40 with his.45 glock

i'm adhd

need something to calm my nerves

you libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb

i stay plastered

but i'm all about my paper

liquor aroma

that's me in the elevator

more whips than auto trader

that's what i got

driveway

looks like a car lot

my bite is stronger than my bark

thought you thought

heart

bitch you full of shit like a dog park

mark ass poodle

square as a cubicle

weirdo

unusual

why do suckas

be all in a real one's business?

while these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips

flappin' their lizznips like some bitches

man they saps

dudes be running their mouth like that

we call 'em quack-quacks

that's how a bitch gets smack-smacked

shot in the naps

clapped

head put on flap

fix-a-flat can't even bring 'em back

act like you know

dippin' and bobbin and weavin'

in and out of traffic

from the morning to the evening

trying to get my paper right

my nigga

stack it to the ceiling

act like you know

dippin' and bobbin and weavin'

in and out of traffic

from the morning to the evening

trying to get my paper right

my nigga

stack it to the ceiling

to the ceiling