[Intro] Is it recording? Love is Life, and life is livin', fucking awesome yeah!
[Verse 1] I smoked a whole a damn pound, Imma need another one. Eyes closed I won't come down. Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts. Nigga. I just dont be sharing weed. A nigga got pounds to burn thats apparent. Just cause you up in this bitch. Dont mean you gon' hit this shit. You better roll somethin'. Coughin' like you got a cold or something. I'm tryin to O.D. off THC. Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound. Smoke the whole thing up in a week. Roll a joint put a worm around that motherfucker smoke it to the face. Awww shit! Nigga say he got some KK and he said he on the way. Big P told me church, get money on em every single day. So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place. We mobbin'!
[Hook] Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke. But we do it anyway because real G's smoke when they want. When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more. When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more. Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin'. We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'. We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'.
[Verse 2] Nigga keep going. Keep the KK blowin. Snakes in the grass keep mowin'. Ass so fat, look swollen. Another city,state gotta show in. Another airport gotta go in. Reason why you hate i'm knowin. Niggas got to much hoein'. I keep rollin' up. Drivin' a brand new car like the motherfucker stolen. They don't understand what i'm doin'. Money in my hand, 28 grams when i'm rollin'. Been through NewYork, London, Paris and back. WOOOOO. SXSW only niggas smokin' on pack. Rollin' the best. Go on, get a bong, get a match. Everybody get along, get attached. Get a song, get a biatch. What they say, every dog need a cat. Pot heads need a joint to relax. G pen full of wax. 10 Rolled cone joints, really fast. No sticks no seeds in the bag. Got reason to brag. In the front. Y'all b's in the back. Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag. Little bitch we mobbin'!