I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm
So much toke youd think I got a farm
But please do not try me Im armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin with armored trucks
Cause we is gon skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars
See I collect, royalties be in mine
High off the dope, I woke up, where am I?
Shoot a nigga down, splat
Where the Shamwow?
You already know the racks
I bought him out
When you talkin Chief Keef
Do me a favor, watch your teeth
Goin skrrt, skrrt, pull up where you be
Im under the influence, behind the wheel
Man Im always high as fuck
I aint got no chills
I close the curtains in my mind
I close the bitches like theyre blinds
I close the windows when I smoke
Now you see me
Now you dont
I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm
So much toke youd think I got a farm
But please do not try me Im armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin with armored trucks
Cause we is gon skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars
I close the curtains in my crib
Like everyone know where I live
But Im so clouded
And I got an army
You sippin red ruben
And I sip that Barney, bang
I hit the bank bout twenty times a day
The shit Im sippin, its dirty, its wine, no way
The shit Im smokin
It aint normal
Aint talkin bout the smell
Boy, Im talkin bout the form of it
You know I be smokin that loud
You can smell it if your nose was stopped up
I try to drive the speed limit now
Just in case the police stop us
I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm
So much toke think I got a farm
But please do not try me Im armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin with armored trucks
Cause we is gon skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars