It's fuck my nigga. Rep Taylor Gang, Wassup my nigga? Big as a truck my nigga. That's the bag I'm smokin' You brag I'm hopin' that You got some shit, too. That's real shit That a nigga 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, shit. And the money I get Make a nigga rich, Make a bitch nigga 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 niggas fried, But don't try to run up on us. 'Cause it might happen. For the streets nigga, I ain't just rappin'. I gotta couple niggas cappin', Hatin' on me, But when you see me you dapin'. What's happenin'? You a fuck nigga, I'm on the roll. Gettin' bucks nigga, Gettin' paid, Gettin' laid. You a roach nigga gettin' sprayed By the Raid. And them cops wanna raid us. Bitch niggas wanna hate us. But them niggas can't fade us. I gotta afro, bad hoes. Know a nigga 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.