Smoke till I'm lifeless
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit (bling bling)
5 A.M., I work the night shift (graveyard)
I got two main girls and a side chick (pretty bitches)
Pop's old van in the driveway (driveway)
Think about ma', drunk on broadway

Light it up, w

[Berner]
Im in a candy paint Caddy, with a candy rained fatty
Lil' thicc bitch yeah, she think my name Daddy
Never use the same 'addys', switch up spots
They won't let me in the door, I pick the locks
Game Over, this a take over
Its hard to stay sober, Im blazed
Been

[Opening: Berner]
My heart beatin' like I just hit a rip

[Verse 1: Berner]
Everybody wanna eat
Do a drop, there's a line down the street
Yea, I do a hundred mil annual
Dope game, I damn near wrote the manual (I wrote the book)
Yea, let's get back to these prices

Leather suitcases full of big blue faces
Brought a pound to Peru just to let my crew taste it
I'm cool off that bag, man, that shit too basic
It's sad, a lot of friends probably got two faces
I made a hundred bands, went and bought a new bracelet
I went from turkey bags to li

Wiz Khalifa:
Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go (Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go)
Keep that champagne and Bombay to po (Keep that champagne and Bombay to po)
Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive (Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive)
Say what they want, we just

Baggin', homie, p'd up, ship it
Berner a hard-head motherfucker, don't listen (I don't listen)
Yeah, we smoke different and my gold drippin'
You see the old school driftin' and the gold spinnin' (gold spinnin')
They say

Bern, you got a couple more bags of float?
Hell na

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

On and off the plane, in and out of state
Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom

Yampi, what up?
(Yih, yih)
Fuck all that man, I came for the bag
And the pack so good I had to save me a gram
Real dope boy, just the way that I am
Yeah, I pray to the Man that I'm safe when I land
This my year, don't touch me
I'm out in New York rollin' up dutchies

[Refrain] (x2)
She ain't even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
She a certified freak
It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
She a certified freak

Head so good I got my eyes closed
I'ma go raw and let the dice roll
36 hunned for the smoke bag