Gang gang. Gang gang gang. Gang. Leave it to me I'll have you twisting that weed with a G. Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with. Weed and alcohol that's the balance. Ridin' in the Benz with low milage. Working 'til my hands get callouses. Been a player I established it. Whips be the fastest. Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average. Legendary status and my crib like a palace. I know why they mad. 'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed. Still got the weed smell in her hair. Comin' home later nigga gettin' cares. Make a whole pound disappear. Come for the money tryna get a dog. Live this for the gang Imma get involved. Look at me different now. Roll some weed and put your niggas on. You ain't bout the paper what you in it for?. And my eyes so low soon as I walk in. I got a joint rolled you know that Imma spark it. That's why I ride so slow me and my gangsters. I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us. Pockets they swole. I won't leave here alone came here with no bitch. But when I walk out the door I might leave here with your bitch. Uh they ain't goin hard as us. We courtside chillin' smokin' out the building. Regardless if authorities give us permission. Boss bitches niggas breakin' they credit card limits. To try to ball with us. We in talks with those who only own business. My spark lit then I paint pictures. Don't leave witnesses nah nigga my gang different. Pull the Benz out in the rain. Hit her once I won't even remember her name. Hella diamonds up in my chain. To say that I'm dope is an understatement but no I ain't underrated. Came from a place where niggas make their own way. Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don't say. I'm puttin' Kk in the paper. On point gang ready for danger. Long joints rollin' them things like broken fingers. Too clean to ever have a stain. Khalifa the boss before you beat the game. And my eyes so low soon as I walk in. I got a joint rolled you know that Imma spark it. That's why I ride so slow me and my gangsters. I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us. Pockets they swole. I won't leave here alone came here with no bitch. But when I walk out the door I might leave here with your bitch. Pockets is gettin' swole. Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll. Diamonds to my toes. Everywhere I go I'm froze. You already know. Fool. Gangsters too. This is how them gangsters do