(Hook)
I’ve been all around the world
Rolling weed up, getting stoned
Got a whole pound of smoke
Only need a different strong
Bought a big ass whip like Indiana Jones
Let my n***as down but let it clap
Met her in my section, took her to my home
Now she fuckin with the gang
Thinkin that’s a loss for them
N***as savin hoes like Indiana Jones
But this rack, she gon make it clap

(Verse)
Yea, my neck filled with rare stones
Yea, I’m getting head like headphones
Red meat, red wine, bad red bone
Probably just gave me some knowledge
I give her 10 grand for one pair of clothes probably
She call me
Tellin me she home alone with no colleague
So tired of monotony
Anything new that you try to go copy
Scars on my body
Lovely and gnarly
Love rolling weed, love to fuck, like to party
Maaan, n***as ain’t what they call themselves
Damn, ain’t turned so they draw themselves
You tell me you hot, man I tell you to stop it
In fact I’mma tell you what’s poppin
I just bought a jet and I got her, she drop…daamn
Boy she the man
Young boy, tattoos to his chin but you and your friends
I got the juice and the jam
Got shit from Japan
Grab shit from the pan
Stick to the brand
Flight in yo back if shit hit the fan