Rolling Papers (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up

Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in

Pass it round counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger

Then swaggered out, ounces, then the bags is out

Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth

Yeah, we rolling papers over here, ****

Yeah, we rolling papers over here, ****

My swagger straight through the roof, bitch

Maharishi kicks and Bape tees, I really do this

Snapping necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Smoking joints with mixed-breed bitches, right where the pool is

I never press, just relax, don't start choosing

Taking notes on how to win, you fuckin' students

Left my main chick, now the new bitches, I'm scooping

Stacy Dash type, I'm cheating and they clueless

I'm from the gang, or the pack, or the litter

Better guard your daughter, or your mother, or your sister

Chances are she's an avid, O-F listener

And when we exit, she'll proceed to exit with us

To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor

Party all night, it's her dream to be with us

She'll Tae-Kwon do anything that we mention

Just because she know that we them Wolf Gang ****

Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up

Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in

Pass it round counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger

Then swaggered out, ounces, then the bags is out

Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth

Yeah, we rolling papers over here, ****

Yeah, we rolling papers over here, ****

I kept it G, kept the good weed fired up

It's been a good year, record labels wanna hire us

But O-F just chilling, let them fuckers admire us

My shit so swift, I could game Miley Cyrus up

But if she ain't gon' smoke, it ain't gon' happen

Ice water cold, I'm the coldest **** rapping

Y'all was cool in high school, what the fuck happened?

Still low, like where a parking ticket is, I'm dashing

Are they gon' pay us? And will they make it rain? Yep

Ignorant as fuck, but I swear I won't change up

That's a bad call, bitches catch fast balls

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up

Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in

Pass it round counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger

Then swaggered out, ounces, then the bags is out

Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth

Yeah, we rolling papers over here, ****

Yeah, we rolling papers over here, ****