We don't allow blunts in the cut
Tell the valet to pull up my truck
Higher than a mug, ain't nothing what up but us
Ain't nothing what up but us
We don't allow blunts in the cut, yeah
Peel off like a New Era sticker
Out that b**h like a newborn my n***a
Can't get tangled in the web of broad weave
Over your bed, sleep
Homie you weak, that's not G
Holding hands with your b**h
When the money come you can't reach
So when it's money talk you can't speak
Who you been with jive a**?
I'm Hollywood multitasking, rapping and acting
You just acting like you rapping
Acting like you trappin', you trap champ what happened?
I'm high in a psycodelic tree smiling
Cheshire Cat'n, Galapagos Island
Turtle shell hashing
Spillin', smoking good with a bad one
J.E.T.S. n***a playing dirty with the fair ones
The Brazilian thick leg wavy hair ones
Been on Cloud 9 since square one, yeah
Higher than a muh
Ain't nothing what up but us
Paper Planes man
We don't allow blunts in the cut
Tell the valet to pull up my truck
Higher than a muh
Ain't nothing what up but us
Ain't nothing what up but us
We don't allow blunts in the cuts
Anytime you see me I'm lo'd up
Roll up, light something, than I smoke up
I be steamin', I don't pa** really
n***a be higher than giraffe p**y
That ain't Dour that's a GAF Rookie
This is Cali not Canadian
These type of buds change whatever mind frame you in
I be so thrown off
What's in them papers got me popped
You think I'm sleeping but I'm not
Was going to say something, but I forgot
I roll up for breakfast
I be on my J.E.T.S. sh**
Me and Spitta smoke and zone it don't be nothing left it's
George kush I'm on that bomb sh**
Hoping the bag sh** smell like armpits
Doesn't matter whose blunts be the longest
When I smoke be potent, hope your lungs is the strongest
My pot heads what up, what up
Spark up n***a, ain't nothing up but us