[Hook: Demrick]

Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that

Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that (No, no, no)

I came from around the way, I got away with that

So roll me another, we gone smoke them things back to back, back to back

[Verse 1: Demrick]

I been smoking for a week, man I’m loaded

I’ve been noted, I’ve been quoted as the coldest nigga flowing

Never slowing down for nothing, fuck it, got to keep it going

We on stage for the night, got a flight in the morning

Like damn, got to thank god for a new day

I used to clean my Vans up with toothpaste

Now I got fans and my plans in a suitcase

Shit I been in Japan drinking 40s with a couple bad shorties

Asked em do you want to orgy and that’s real shit

Imma let you deal with it for me

Jet fuel fly, let the raw papers burn up

Ain’t concerned much, I’m all about the turn up

Thinking back on the blocks where I served up

People talking like there’s places that I can’t come back to

I can say that’s natural, they gone get at you

When you doing what they can’t do

[Hook: Demrick]

Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that

Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that (No, no, no)

I came from around the way, I got away with that

So roll me another, we gone smoke them things back to back, back to back

[Verse 2: Emilio Rojas]

Contemplating my next move

Cause when they want what you got they don’t respect you

And they show it every time their mouths are open

That they hoping that we throw in the towel, but now we soaking in sun rays

Washington Heights, the whole city riding

Now we the shit to them same hoes that shitted on us

Sipping so much champagne we got liver problems

All these women rushing the stage like they was little mama

Venezuelan kid from the upper

I learned how to be a man from the strength of my mother

My team a family, we giving thanks to each other

She give me good pussy, I’m a bad motherfucker

On my second passport, and it’s half full

I’m in a hotel gym doing back rolls

I ain’t lost my drive at all, I hit the back roads

And now I’m back at these cats’ throats, brrrt

[Hook: Demrick]

Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that

Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that (No, no, no)

I came from around the way, I got away with that

So roll me another, we gone smoke them things back to back, back to back

[Verse 3: Lunar C]

All my moneys off the books, no one’s taxing that shit

The only check I ever signed were titties in Europe

Talk off and you might see why you rappers ain't like me

Swinging but none of your punches are landing that Tai Chi

I write rhymes, burn weed, then fuck mouths

I count the money while your girl keeps the look out

The tour's into the third week I'm run down

But I'll be going hard till my work visa runs out

A bit hyperactive when I don’t smoke

I flip at motherfuckers random like freestyle gymnastics

I like my lasses thick like molasses

Yeah, dumb fat bitches is what I find attractive

Got this beat from Hoppa, smoking swishers in the Gold Coast

You was at home on your sofa eating cold toast

Almost made it, probably won’t make it back

As long as I get paid off this shit, I’m okay with that

[Hook: Demrick]

Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that

Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that (No, no, no)

I came from around the way, I got away with that

So roll me another, we gone smoke them things back to back, back to back