[Verse 1 - $paceJam Jaye]
Heavy reefer puffer, I'm a fresh ass motherfucker
And your bitch want my number, I just fuck her, I don't trust her
Now that bitch a run up, number one stunner
Out this world, out in space, SpaceJam Wesley Cruncher
You ain't ever gotta wonder, you a lame, that's a bummer
Get all the swag you get mustard, coming for the bread and butter
Every lame, they shall suffer, they gon hate me, every summer
This the gang, those my brothers, I can bet my niggas tougher
And your girl is undercover, I'm the man, word to mother
Got these bitches going under, got me masked up like a (?)
You a sucker, she a lover, not a word, she will utter
And my words make you shut up, there will never be another, uh
[Bridge - $paceJam Jaye]
Flip it, stack it, re-up, and my niggas do the same thing
I swear my niggas know we just out here, out here, out here trynna maintain
Gotta get the money it's the only way the only way the only way I stay sane
Got the kush & the diesel smoking loud, while you steady smoking plain jane
[Verse 2 - Kuston]
I ain't strapping but I'm never lacking cuz I'm always loaded
I ain't selling homie, ain't no telling on me, but that shit I'm on got me a fellon on me
You can smell it on me all the time, Kuston chiefing heavy never no reggie on me
I'm about the green green green, damn it almost seem like I turned into abolone
Man I'm always rolling stoned, that's just how I rock, motherfuck the cops, yeah I said it
Keep hanging around squares, chance you prolly won't make it out the block, you'll never get it
I'm a young God, young Gates, young Jobs, fuck the odds, shorty I'mma make it
I swear they ain't ever wanna give it to me so I stepped my game up and I had to get it man I'm outta here
[Hook - Kuston]
Aye you know I don't like 'em, I don't like 'em
Man I guess I ain't never been nothing like 'em
All I see is lame ass people, just the same ass people
That's why I don't fuck with non of them, I never been one of them, it's just
I don't like 'em I don't like 'em
Man I guess I ain't never been nothing like 'em
All I see is lame ass people, just the same mad people
That's why I don't fuck with non of them, I never been one of them, it's just
[Verse 3 - Dro]
They know I'm putting on for the trademark
Surrounded by flowers until they grow up on my graveyard
Show up on your radar, don't take part where lames are
Don't care about no disstracks, don't diss back, I disregard
I'm heavy reefer cheefin when the day start
With the bandana round my head like I'm Willy Nelson Jr
Anyway I'm ready straight headed for the facecards
Lamborghini racecars, all I need is eight bars, harsh
[Hook 2 - Dro]
Aye I tell a bitch bounce
I don't want no damn lames around my section I don't like 'em
Get the fuck out my direction, hoe got damn it I'm just flexing
Dropping sauce on em, splurging, get them lames from round here
Them people make me nervous tell em bounce
[Hook 2 - Kuston]
I don't want no damn lames around my section I don't like 'em
Get the fuck out my direction, hoe god damn it I'm just flexing
I drop the sauce on em splurging, get the fuck from round here
Them people make nervous tell em bounce
[Outro - Gucci Mane]
