[Verse 1: Tokes]
(Let it run, Jackson)
Okay
I walk up in the party with no money, just a blunt in hand
Now i'm in the spot with hoes on me like a summer tan
If you hate it man I understand
I used to do the same, but then I changed, now they say i'm the man
The b**hes on a Molly while the homies popping Xans
Smoking, getting brain, ash and babies on my favorite pants
Dropped the Kool-Aid snippet had them spinning like a ceiling fan
Now i'm doing tracks with some n***as that'll charge a grand
n***as love to hate when they peep my pictures on the gram
But like I said before - I don't care because now i'm the man
Get into the party with no bracelet on my f**ing hand
And smoke a couple doobies with some groupies where y'all n***as can't
And if you think you smoking on
What I ain't pa**ing, man
You can try your luck and come and snatch it out my f**ing hand
All my n***as looney
We no goonies
Just some goofy n***as
All you do is simp, I get her wetter than the Hoover Dam
All my n***as chill as f**
All y'all n***as b**hes s**
All my b**hes getting bucks and sh**ting on you n***a, f**
They say "Tokes you rap?
I say "Yeah"
They say "Oh, that's tough!"
They say "Is you smoking up?!"
I said "Yeah, but i'm facing this"
Smoking on that gas
Exxon, BP
Got a pretty b**h and she whiter than a bleached tee
Same pretty b**h been steady begging for the pee-pee
So I checked rock
She blew it
So I sent her to the D-League
Please be- careful when you step to me
Tipsy as a b**h same goes for the n***as next to me
Especially, the b**hes that be pressing me
Ain't nobody stressing me
Walking through the club, zero f**s
That's what's left on me
[Hook: Emma Gatsby]
Walk in the party, and they know what's up
You're just getting started
But i'm already f**ed up
I'm already f**ed up