Hellworld Ha, ha-rah I'm smokin' on 3D, lil' nigga So high, you can't see me, lil' nigga I'm smokin' on gas, yeah, I be so high I quit the lean, [?] keep me dry I keep the G2 on me, that's right I just poured a deuce and you know I'm tired I just poured a deuce in my Brisk tea And my ho wise just like Whitney Remember when clothes wouldn't fit me Hop in the whip, get high with me You just nice, ho, slide with me Raisin' the ham' and I feel like Sosa Gettin' to this money like a poster Off the candy paint, not talkin' 'bout poster You know I'm with thirty niggas Baby, you know all my buddies, lil' nigga Tryna get money and get to the figures I can never show love to these niggas Perfect two, man, we do get the picture I'm smokin' on gas, swear we know paradise-a Swear that I love you, baby girl, ah-ha I'm flexin' on niggas, nigga feel like Popeye I'm livin' my best life, can't fuck with you My diamonds wetter than a damn swimmin' pool You don't fuck with me? Ha, okay, cool Makin' me seem like I'm a fool Tryna sell out shows at the Staples Pourin' up syrup, this not maple Shoutout to [?], yeah, she [?] I turn her around and she tasteful I'm runnin' the show like andele I'm wearin' my G-Star pants today I'm off of the Roxy's today I need my bag, yeah, today I'm a lil' king, yeah, today I am the man, yeah, okay, yeah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (Blatt, blatt) Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah