Man I can’t wait till I can roll my weed up

(Weed up)

With all of my idles don’t need rivals

Leave it as it was but I’m not Harry Styles

(I’m not Harry Styles)

But my styles is important

(Yeah)

And my gas is still imported

(Imported)

Still do shit but can’t afford it

(The fuck)

Till I wake up in the morning

And start making bands

(Making bands)

All my mans smoking so much

Loud it’s hard to stand

I’m the man

(Man)

And these niggas

Handing verses in my hands

(Woah)

To start making magic

Wait (wait.wait,wait) first let my breathe it in

When I’m pissed

I’m a down a fifth

And write some shit again

(Woah)

I’m gonna write some shit again

(No, woah) and I ain’t Talking about no simple shit just dividends (dividends)

Ima get rich off the thought of

Never doing stupid shit again

I’m a man so ima make sure that my focus

Isn’t solely on the damn

(Woah)

Idea of fucking up the program

Mixing potions in my cup

See me on the sky cam

(See me on thе sky cam)

I hit the gas swear this shit

Sound like its a Dodgе Ram

Leaning into door jams

I might hit the floor again

(Woah)

And again

(Woah)

And again

(Woah)

I don’t understand

What the fuck is going on again

(Again)

Should I roll this blunt

Swear I know I said that shit again

(Again)

Man I can’t even think

Where’s my drink I lost that shit again

(Again)

And I be feeling bent

I just need to vent out again

I’m stressed out

I know you fucking notice me

Cause this loud

Is smoking up the house

And the neighbors looking around

I can’t wait till I’m allowed

To be smoking all these pounds

(All these pounds)

Man I can’t wait till I can roll my weed up

(Weed up)

With all of my idles don’t need rivals

Leave it as it was but I’m not Harry Styles

(I’m not Harry Styles)

But my styles is important

(Yeah)

And my gas is still imported

(Imported)

Still do shit but can’t afford it

(The fuck)

Till I wake up in the morning

And start making bands

(Making bands)

All my mans smoking so much

Loud it’s hard to stand

I’m the man

(Man)

And these niggas

Handing verses in my hands

(Woah)

To start making magic

Wait (wait.wait,wait) first let my breathe it in

When I’m pissed

I’m a down a fifth

And write some shit again

(Woah)

Swerving in a big body

I don’t fuck with nobody

I’m still sliding on body’s

That I’m seeing around

(Around)

The lost and found

Deep down is where I keep my pounds

You’re not around when im steady making

All these sounds

I’m blowing up where the fuck is you now

(You now)

Pull up on me we gonna have a shoot out

I don’t understand what to do now

I might hit the floor again

(Woah)

And again

(Woah)

And again

(Woah)

I don’t understand

What the fuck is going on again

(Again)

Should I roll this blunt

Swear I know I said that shit again

(Again)

Man I can’t even think

Where’s my drink I lost that shit again

(Again)

And I be feeling bent

I just need to vent out again