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 Might 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