It's $#&@ my ^!$$%.
Rep Taylor Gang,
Wassup my ^!$$%?

Big as a truck my ^!$$%.
That's the bag I'm smokin'
You brag I'm hopin' that

You got some %#@!, too.
That's real %#@!
That a ^!$$% do.

Like leave a joint on the table
Smoke, I don't drink sir, I'm not Maple.
No, and not able to hate on me, %#@!.

And the money I get
Make a ^!$$% rich,
Make a (*##$ ^!$$% sit,

Make a hoe get on dick.
Come to the crib and just strip.
Put a joint to my lips.

And get highed up, scryed up,
I mean skied up.
My ^!$$%s fried,

But don't try to run up on us.
'Cause it might happen.
For the streets ^!$$%, I ain't just rappin'.

I gotta couple ^!$$%s cappin',
Hatin' on me,
But when you see me you dapin'.

What's happenin'?
You a $#&@ ^!$$%,
I'm on the roll.

Gettin' bucks ^!$$%,
Gettin' paid,
Gettin' laid.

You a roach ^!$$% gettin' sprayed
By the Raid.
And them cops wanna raid us.

(*##$ ^!$$%s wanna hate us.
But them ^!$$%s can't fade us.
I gotta afro, bad hoes.

Know a ^!$$% name,
Yeah I'm on the plane,
Smellin' like weed.

Bringin' my trees with me
Everywhere I go
And everywhere I blow

Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,

Hella smoke
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.

Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,

Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.

Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
I blow

Hella dope
Hella smoke.