AMSTERDAM

Smoking good weed got me inspired I taught my girl how to roll because I'm tired I told her that she'd get a bag but I be lying I had to get some new rims to match my tires Smoking good weed got me inspired Your boy fresh all them niggas all expired I copped the Jubilee 11's then the caddy You know me the kicks have to match the ride So many squeaky bitches in my ears how can I mute this So many deviations 'tween ya' actions and what you say Nobody really knows what's going on we lookin' stupid Just shitty people calling shitty people shitty Oh man that's hilarious It's hard to keep straight face when your act is being arrogant All I need's a pair of friends The rest of you can make a group and stay the f*ck away from mans Y'all niggas fake the bands That shit is saddening but me I'm just Smoking good weed got me inspired I taught my girl how to roll because I'm tired I told her that she'd get a bag but I be lying I had to get some new rims to match my tires Smoking good weed got me inspired Your boy fresh, all them niggas all expired I copped the Jubilee 11's then the caddy You know me, the kicks have to match the ride So when I hop out, it's in Jordans I'm smokin' foreign, ask your shorty, it's imported I'm the big joint rollin' Wray n Neph pourin' Never met your girl but she still gon' bust it open Cause I'm clean with the steez Nudie jeans, fresh tee New kicks, something vintage, only copped if it's me But I'm stuntin' so let's be honest I know some hoes whose best friends Who only got me in common Well well well wasn't that a good time Right now it looks like we're flying in some turbulence It could get bumpy and it could get loud So buckle up and put that down And pay attention