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