[Verse 1]
It's time to get it jumping (woop)
Shit, you don't mean nothing
Just do what you go to do
At the end of the day I'm puffing
A fat ol' backwood
Relax I'm that good (yeah)
Back to back slapping
You backstabbing the hood
Mother fuckers thinking they can come and beat me?
How? (how Sway)
I Got more albums than you have wins
That's 3 times now
I got this bitch pumped up
Fuck you mean?
We came to touch that green
So break it down and roll it
Puff that loud, I'm on it
I'm doing 80 in a 45 trying to drive
Why the fuck this cop up in my mirror all flashing his lights (woo woo woo)
Sir I just came from the studio, I put in the work
Smelling like Henny with a bunch of weed just chilling on my shirt (fuck)
The homies back at the crib waiting to hear some new shit (yeah)
While I'm just stuck on the 101, this a fucking nuisance (damn)
The fuck you doing, you cut me off. Are you down to brawl?
Sorry that isn't me talking homie its the alcohol, damn
[Chorus]
See I'm just trying to get a bag
All these mother fuckers in my area be talking trash, nah
I tell 'em "Stop it, you mad."
I get it
You popping a mag while I'm stomping a track
Man I just
[Post-Chorus]
I just get the guap, get the guap
It'll never stop
Get the - get the Glock
Hear the pop while I'm on the block
Get the - get the guap
Get the guap
Get the - get the guap
Get the - get the guap
Get the guap, guap, guap, guap
[Verse 2]
Man, I'm a fucking tyrant (facts)
Hold up
Better be careful man...
Come back me up...
Crazier than I am (holy shit)
Don't get it twisted
That doesn't mean I won't rise against
Just means I got better shit to do than to go and fight a kid (come on)
But look who's coming up again
Got me hovering
Show me love in every city damn
Man I'm loving it (yeah)
The last one to do this shit, fucking hooligan
Bitch you got me fucked up if you thinking we ain't do this man
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So relax linger
This is a party get at me sir
If you trying to get fucked up off of these blunts the size of Shaq's fingers (*inhale*)
Man we got whatever you needing just believe it
From weed to studio time just name a price and we'll be even
God damn (name a price)
And I been on a roll just trying to do this shit (god damn)
In that 300 just skirting up In this bitch (god damn)
The fuck you thinking we never been with the shit (god damn)
You ain't heard of Williz? Get with the buisness
(God, damn)
[Chorus]
See I'm just trying to get a bag
All these mother fuckers in my area be talking trash, nah
I tell 'em "Stop it, you mad."
I get it
You popping a mag while I'm stomping a track
Man I just
[Post-Chorus]
I just get the guap, get the guap
It'll never stop
Get the - get the Glock
Hear the pop while I'm on the block
Get the - get the guap
Get the guap
Get the - get the guap
Get the - get the guap
Get the guap, guap, guap, guap
I just get the guap, get the guap
It'll never stop
Get the - get the Glock
Hear the pop while I'm on the block
Get the - get the guap
Get the guap
Get the - get the guap
Get the - get the guap
Get the guap, guap, guap, guap