I count so much f*ckin' paper
Smoke hella weed like we in Jamaica
He don't like the shit I'm doin'
Roll him up, yeah, huh, bitch, you a hater
I might crash this whip too fast
I ain't got time, I'ma see you ass later
I'm dressed in all black Bitch, I'm feelin' like Darth Vader
Put on my coat, I don't give a f*ck bout the rain
F*ck around, get shot in the brain
SRTs and trackhawks, yeah, bitch, we in the fast lane
One more blunt and I swear I might faint
Yeah, I'm flexing 'til I'm 88
I'm just better than all these fakers, yeah that's no debate