Cut that music off, I ain't wit' no water shit (I'm tryna' turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, ain't wit that fuck shit (I'm tryna' turn up) You came for me, well I came for 'nough shit (I'm tryna' turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me, then who you fuckin' with? I'm just tryna', tryna', tryna', tryna'(turn up) All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up) With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up) This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up) How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth? She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot [?], we fuckin the sacks up in five Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch I'm feelin' a little cocky They ring any bitches wanna fuck now Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now Party prolly got me all in the clubs now Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked do it for the Vine) So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys (turn up and do it for the guys) She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy, she suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy She shy like the city but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis I turn up for (what) Dressed up in that white linen, all black windows I had to tint 'em That work work, put 'em in the dirt Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk We never hurt, hurt know the deal, tour sold out So you know its real From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank, Sinatra Money I've been Frank Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided only on the Real though How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though Oh yeah, one time Bitch I been under pressure always giving it everything That I got Never the lesser turn on my compressor Its right on the dresser Been foolin' the game when nobody could measure I know it's ... You and me You and me They don' give a damn who I am Bitch I'm doing me (you and me) I said its you and me I know who I am, don't give a damn Bitch I'm doing me

Wassup man, what you want? Ayy, man, let me get a eighth, man You want a eighth? You want that fat eighth or a little eighth? How much money you got? Get out my pockets homie, let me just get a regular eighth Alright, well, come on in, don't touch nothin' either Smell this, this is, I just got this right here from Cambodia It's a Cambodia Crispy This ain't no Cambodia Crispy Look, man, okay, I'ma be honest man, that's really CBD But, just give, just give me 37 dollars and you can have that If I could fly I would probably never come down With all of the bullshit Confusion on the ground I wish that I was high 'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud So I'm gonna call the bros Tell 'em, "Roll up one, right now" I'm tryna smoke I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high-ah-ah That's just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky-ah-ah That's that pill, that's that fire, fire-ah-ah (I'm tryna smoke) Don't you cry, don't you cry, I-I-I ain't full high I'ma ride it, I just need to put my mind at ease (Yeah) Someone tell my baby mama I'm just tryna keep the peace I ain't here for all that drama, I'm tryna smoke Life's no fairytale I know all too well (Well) Gotta plant the seed sometime Then you let it grow Inhale, exhale some more Heaven in Hell If you know, you know That shit is beautiful You gotta just let it go Spark up a blunt and smoke You better blow that shit out, man Yeah, yeah If I could fly (If I could fly, yeah) I would probably never come down (Yeah) With all of the bullshit (All of) Confusion on the ground I wish that I was high 'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud (You know I can't live that way) So I'm gonna call the bros Tell 'em, "Roll up one, right now" I'm tryna smoke Tryna keep myself from looking over the edge (Over the edge) I know life's a bitch, but she could at least give me head (Least give me head) Sometimes, I mean, is that too much to ask? (Too much to ask) That's why lately I've been smokin' on gas (Smokin' on gas) I know God is good, I know he keep me alive I be probably talking to him most when I'm high When I'm high, I see all this shit crystal clear When I'm high, I see through the smoke and the mirrors If I could fly I would probably never come down With all of the bullshit Confusion on the ground I wish that I was high 'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud So I'm gonna call the bros Tell 'em, "Roll up one, right now" I'm tryna smoke He's a janky dealer, why you make me drink? What you want, bruh, what you want, man? Smell this right here, man Man, it's passionfruit? Man, that's Coleslaw OG, baby The fuck is Coleslaw OG? Just gimme 65 dollars 65 dollars? You got me fucked up Okay, well, gimme, gimmie 48 dollars man, come on man That's a fat, that's a fat bag, baby 48 dollars? That's whole ass-, you can't even close the bag, man Come on, man, goddamn, I c-, gas is goin' up Gimme, gimmie 39 dollars, damn it