roll the windows up

Aye, what my homie, Mike P, say?

Roll the windows up when I get in the car and I'ma light one up

Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar

And we can smoke this blunt

Speedin' on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime

Yeah, tryna get fucked up

Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive (Roll it up right now)

Uh, I'm to the grave with this

I learned how to roll a joint before I shaved and shit

Yeah, in seventh grade and shit

I was smoking OG Kush and Lemon Haze and shit

Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front

My dad had found it in a month

He kicked me out, he had enough so I got up

I'm in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust

For a paycheck I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah

Spaceships see me when I'm up, yeah

I been a Martian with no Elon Musk, yeah

I'm in the party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah

I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah

I'm in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here

I got a hundred packs of Backwoods

I can spend the next four months here

I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here

Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here

Mask on when I'm outside, drive fast, don't waste time

Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline

Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn

Give a fuck 'bout these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon

All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon

Only time I get an L is when I be throwin' one up for the gang sign

I been a king with the bars, but now I can play the guitar and the bassline

I heard them saying they doing it first, I'm doing this shit for the eighth time

I used to want a pool, now I'm waking up and I got one in the backyard

I break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin' the whip like a NASCAR

Never went Hollywood, got a house in the hills, I still smack y'all

Never say no to the blunt, I smoke it till it's all the way down to the ash, y'all

I just lit a spliff, blew it in a cop's face

I just hit a switch so they couldn't see the plates

Pull up to the crib, drove past four gates

Gave her half my dick, that was all that she could take

Aye, used both hands like she tryna say grace

Said amen then I blessed her face

I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate

I'ma smoke until the sun's blocked, I don't use drapes

I was really out in Cleveland selling raps on tapes

I had a couple of people with me that I watched turn fake

I still keep gorillas with me, I ain't talking 'bout BAPE

I'm a wizard with the potions, I ain't talking 'bout Snape

Aye, I put a bag in my carry-on luggage, I walk through the airport, I'm holding the shit

Somebody else put the coke in the racks, and they walking through like they holding the shit

My boy just snuck through the metal detector, and he got a pole like he ready to fish

Whenever I get a Grammy, I'm popping the top and I'm pouring a four in the whip

Holy shit, I'm so high I just high-fived his Holiness

Damn, every shot I take, I make, it's like I'm Kobe's wrist

This how I feel after a decade of me making hits

So if my name ain't on that bitch, you shouldn't make a list

Roll the windows up when I get inside the car, I mean

Roll the windows down when I open up the jar, see

I'ma call the mayor if they try to press the charge

I'm a mob boss, I be pulling strings like my guitar, yeah

Roll the windows up when I get in the car and I'ma light one up

Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar

And we can smoke this blunt

Speedin' on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime

Yeah, tryna get fucked up, aye (Get fucked up, aye)

Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive (Roll it up right now)