[Verse]

Whoo

Let’s go to pop it off

I’m hoping that our plans don’t go from

Mazel Tov and explode like Molotov

Tell my dome to knock it off

Anxiety eats away at me until I scream

My echoes are hoggin’ dah’s

Bike’s out, roll up in the cut

House smells of indica

Vowed that I wouldn’t wait

And be proud that I’m getting baked

Smoke loud ’fore I hit One-eight

Black out before 20

Onie with Juan

He’s my A-One amigo

Like Quavo’s nephew, ‘bout to Takeoff from zero

Passed around the circle, right hand man says, “Here, bro”

Clout the dro, clouds I blow

Acrophobе; Heights feared? No

Feeling Offsеt, mixing Bacardi, I should be careful

Like three arrows launched in my chest, I gotta breathe narrow

Dry heave, swallow, dry heave, and then I throw it up

My homie in the back’s blacked out, I guess there’s more for us

We pour it up, and sit back down inside the four door truck

Gotta turn the stereo up, roll like a tour bus

Speakers blast Blueberry Yum Yum

Someone said, “Luda sucks”

Open spot in the back now, let’s go and scoop the plug

Dimes, grams, 20 sacks, pounds, dude musta grew a bunch

Damn, the bong is getting packed, wow, this shit is super fun

Only noise I hear is background

I’m going lucid; Must be faded

“We were at the trap house?”

Fuck it, Grey Goose and rum

Pulling out the Jack Daniel’s thinking my youth is numbed

I can’t believe I haven’t blacked ou-