Bootsy Bellows

Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G

Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with

Weed and alcohol, that's the balance

Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage

Working till my hands get callouses

Been a player, I established it

Whips be the fastest

Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average

Legendary status and my crib like a palace

I know why they mad

'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed

Still got the weed smell in her hair

Comin' home later, **** gettin' carats

Make a whole pound disappear

Come the money, tryna get it all

If it's for the gang, I'ma get involved

Look at me different now

Roll some weed and put your **** on

You ain't 'bout the paper, what you in it for?

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that I'ma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Uh, they ain't goin' hard as us

We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building

Regardless if authorities give us permission

Boss bitches, **** breakin' their credit card limit

Then try to ball with us

We in talks with those who own they own business

My spark lit, then I paint pictures

Don't leave witnesses, nah ****, my gang different

Pull the Benz out in the rain

Hit her once, I won't even remember her name

Hella diamonds up in my chain

To say that I'm dope is a understatement but, no, I ain't underrated

Came from a place where **** make their own way

Got some girls who fuck me but got ****, so they don't say

I'm puttin' KK in the paper

On-point gang, ready for danger

Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers

Too clean to ever have a stain

Khalifa the boss before you beat the game

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that I'ma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Pockets is gettin' swole

Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll

Diamonds to my toes

Everywhere I go, I'm froze

You already know

Fool

Gangsters too

This is how them gangsters do