Letras
Ha-ha
You wanna know me, somethin'?
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Got a couple bitches sippin' on McQueen
Wizzle got wings, wizzle got everything
Come back to my crib and you gon' never leave
Hella ashes on your sheets, this some Rick Owens that's unreleased
Got a big ass chain in my gang is underneath
Notice this a classic and Cardo on the beat
Look at the timelapse, you'll see a hundred joint rolls
Couple girls on the way, gotta make sure
That the pool ain't cold, with everything else froze
Celebrate with my bros, 'cause I remember the times we know
Shorty texting me, she close, she hope I got that thing from IG
Told her it's a gravity bong
Few shots, but she rather be stoned
I got some shrooms, I can put you on
And you ain't come alone
Two cones and your favourite Taylor Gang playlist
And now you're in the zone
She Biracial, I'm high, ain't even charge my two phones
Know how to perform when the pressure's on
Putting kush in the joint all-night long
Say you know some stoners, you should invite them over
And tell 'em all I'm that guy
If Snoop Dogg won the Player of the Year award
So did I (so did I, so did I, so did I)
She hella rich, got a couple dips with her
Fascinated by the bottle, she wanna take a sip
Rolling them up bat size, walk by, get high off the contact
'Cause the moods hella relaxing
This the fattest joint that you've ever seen
We good, trying to see how bad you can get
Business cards, million dollar deals
Do it all from where I sit
Like another venture down, before I split
You pigs don't fly straight
I'm thankful for everything I get
Reservation set, we don't gotta ask
We just light up and pass
I make my own drink off the secret menu
They keep my bottle in the back
The service good, pull out the racks
To keep the waitress happy
That's how you know, I'm that guy