Ugh jets nigga now where haven't we. Taylor gang stay rollin' up them paper planes. Yeah jets nigga now where haven't we. And I'm trying to get grease to smoke joints man. Trying to convert him to ez widers or zig-zags. Before I get back to new orleans. Ugh how fly yeah. Ugh same nigga that I always been. Mets hat with green under the brim. I shop and bought my closet a vault. Gettin' dressed sippin' rose' & oj like pulp. Lookin' like myself in my old easter photos. Socks and the rugby is polo. Stop freeze on three's my low low. Airplanes dollar signs ortiz my logo. Kush smokin circles in my dojo. Sneaker collector I bring 'em out kid. Kicks all over the crib roundhouses. Ugh fuck you talkin' about well. If your bitch fuckin' with spitta cause. She like her stroke different. Celebrate the moments of your life. We party all night smoke all day. Eat breakfast at the airport. Get drunk the whole flight yeah. This is how we do. Everyday chase money. Make bitches chase you. Nigga this is how we do. Race to the club. Hop out and valet the coupes. Nigga this is how we do. Under the shade of the good trees. We stay cool yeah. And if the bitch can't roll weed. No need to bring her through. Ugh I had a dream that I was smokin' california weed. And brother I tell her give me what I need. Pull up in car service fly private when I leave. I'm chillin' with two pretty women. Who speakin' japanese nigga please. I'm selling out concerts some 501 pants that sag. Zig zags and my converse. Spitta to my left let him hit the bomb first. Lame nigga asked if he get a hit. Little do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped. I find beautiful women and politic. Wakin' up still drunk feelin' sick. I'mma smoke one with you roll another one for the whip. Listenin' to my brand new shit. My doors suicide though my trees big chop provided. Fly society and taylor gang or get hanged. Smokin' weed with your bitches. When she told you she'd never do it again