Uhhh (Mhm)
Why you do that?
Come on, mane
I just rolled another joint bigger
What´d you do that for, mane?

??? bigger things guaranteed to keep my paper straight
Come on, man
For real, mane

Whole pound in my bag but I don´t think that I packed enough
Don´t really speak about my past because I had it rough
Don´t run up tryna hit my weed ´cause I ain´t passing none
Tryna follow? Then switch up your speed ´cause y´all ain´t fast enough
Better watch how you talking to me ´cause y´all ain´t bad enough
Niggas be wanting the number one stop, they always mad it´s us
Whole room full of the pounds, walk into the trap and bag it up

A million off of the gas, end of the week I add it up

MVP in the game, they looking at me when it´s batter up
Moving funny out here, you looking real sweet, start manning up
I got a P in my book bag, another one right in the cut
Talking about running a fade, so just like a barber, we lining ´em up
She was on my team but not anymore, she might´ve been cut
Can´t even say my name or they at your door, you gotta be nuts
Can´t even throw up my gang, just do it for sport, you gotta be us

Can´t let you just be with the guys, you ain´t from the side, there gotta be trust

Whole pound in my bag but I don´t think that I packed enough
Don´t really speak about my past because I had it rough
Don´t run up tryna hit my weed ´cause I ain´t passing none
Tryna follow? Then switch up your speed ´cause y´all ain´t fast enough
Better watch how you talking to me ´cause y´all ain´t bad enough
Niggas be wanting the number one stop, they always mad it´s us
Whole room full of the pounds, walk into the trap and bag it up
A million off of the gas, end of the week I add it up

I don´t be thinkin´ ´bout bad luck
I just be dreaming of Lamb trucks
Rolling up three or four gram joints
I´m ´bout to win this on game point
Man, I been killing the game, boy
Since a young nigga had Game Boy
Another milli I came for it
A hundred milli and ain´t toured
??? talking really, they ain´t do it
Took her out late night for dinner and ate good
Their hating don´t get it in the way but they wish that it could
My engine in the back and yours under the hood
Don´t say what´s understood

Whole pound in my bag but I don´t think that I packed enough

Don´t really speak about my past because I had it rough
Don´t run up tryna hit my weed ´cause I ain´t passing none
Tryna follow? Then switch up your speed ´cause y´all ain´t fast enough
Better watch how you talking to me ´cause y´all ain´t bad enough
Niggas be wanting the number one stop, they always mad it´s us
Whole room full of the pounds, walk into the trap and bag it up
A million off of the gas, end of the week I add it up