text: Hated the most, so I keep my haters close
  Let em know I want the smoke
  So much bread I gotta boast
  This burner turn you into toast
  Im so G, I don’t keep that pistol on me
  Ay, Ill beat yo ass you try to press that issue on me
  Ay, I keep a stash under all these zippers on me
  I got bitches blowin like I got a whistle on me
  Ay, can’t stop getting paper
  Ay, can’t stop rollin papers
  Ay, LSD and coca
  Ay, live la vida loca
  Ay, she gone feed me grapes
  Ay, we don’t go on dates
  Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste
  Tatted on my choker
  Shoppin sprees at Dover
  I ain’t stopping shit till I’m 70 years older
  Slap me if I’m sober
  Yea, yea, yea, come over
  Fucked two girls that looked like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler
  Back shot, back shot, back shot, back shot, right behind the backdrop
  Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop turnin up like mascots
  Matlock, Matlock, Matlock, Matlock want me in them padlocks
  I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe
  Yea hoe, can’t get jammed hoe, I’ll be damned hoe
  Yea hoe, I’m the man hoe, from the Land hoe
  Yea hoe, out them bandos, to these bands hoe
  Sandals for my fam though - 3, 2, 1, takeoff
  Jets round the world with them
  And you know we gotta fly with the herb with them
  In the town, I’m a chief like turbo and them
  Shouts for the flow G Herbo and them
  I just got the cell phone workin again
  I just got the styrofoam purple again
  Never make threats non-verbal again
  You already know how Im lurkin again
  Gunna
  Back shot, back shot, back shot, back shot, right behind the backdrop
  Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop turnin up like mascots
  Matlock, Matlock, Matlock, Matlock want me in them padlocks
  I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe
  Ay, can’t stop getting paper
  Ay, can’t stop rollin papers
  Ay, LSD and coca
  Ay, live la vida loca
  Ay, she gone feed me grapes
  Ay, we don’t go on dates
  Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste
  Ay, can’t stop getting paper
  Ay, can’t stop rollin papers
  Ay, LSD and coca
  Ay, live la vida loca
  Ay, she gone feed me grapes
  Ay, we don’t go on dates
  Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste