Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Berner
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr.
Lyrics
Mathew Robert Salinas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Traxx FDR
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Smoke till I'm lifeless
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit
Five AM, I work the night shift
I got two main girls and a side chick (Pretty bitches)
Pop's old van in the driveway, think about ma, drunk on Broadway
Light it up, what it taste like?
Lemonade when it's made right
These J's ain't out yet
Throw my shoe plug, two or three ounces
Bag full of cash, so much, I don't count it
Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (Crazy)
New watch, yeah I'm clowning
OG's outta town, 'em (Get mine)
Keep the wire for the breakdown, paranoid
I'm waitin' for the shakedown (Fed boys)
Baby so fly with the head life
Kiss a few times, tell her get her bread right
Wake up, smoke till I pass out (Pass out)
Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (True)
Face down with her ass out (Get it out)
Live so fast, what that about? (I dunno)
Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
You smell the cookie smoke, all in the air, Berner
[Verse 2]
Really, they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really, they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
[Verse 3]
Really, they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really, they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
[Verse 4]
Had to let a pound go (Pound go)
I miss what it felt like in the drought, y'all
OG from the dope gang (Dope gang)
Five drunk bitches on cocaine
Whole studio smoked out, find yo own lane (Own lane)
I'm so loaded in the slow lane
Yeah, I get busy, but ya main plug with me
I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
Had to bounce back, though
Rap money too damn slow, kill 'em with the Xan flow
Pull up in the Lambo
Forty two a piece if I get 'em to Atlanta
I didn't want to kill 'em, so I hit 'em with the handle (Pistol whip)
Blood dripping on my camo
Twenty grand, stuffed in the candler
Metal cans, yeah, I'm up like a vandal (6-40)
Tell 'em get the cash right, really, I don't act right
Sprite's same color as a black light
Tell 'em that their bag light (Bag light)
And Bern don't want it
Rolled a snowman with snowman on it
Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
RIP Nice, we gon' keep ballin' (Keep ballin')
And smokin' all this weed
[Verse 5]
Really, they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really, they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
[Verse 6]
Really, they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really, they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Written by: Berner
