T.A.P. (feat. Juicy J)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah

Young niggas in this bitch

Trippy-ass niggas in this bitch

Rich icons, motherfucker

Creative motherfuckin' genius, uh

And I don't give a shit

Straight up, I don't plan on it

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (nigga)

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up (uh) have a puff, let's take a plane

Nothin' but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough

Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up

So much shinin', so much diamonds, all that there come from so much grindin'

So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin'

In your town, I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one

All my niggas straight drug addicts 'cause it takes one for you to know one

Bake some and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs

Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one

Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one

Got a couple of Rollies dog, but I'm usually rocking the gold one

Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors, I close 'em

Don't talk a mil', you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one, bitch

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up (uh), have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff (yes, sir), let's take a plane

Smokin' and sippin' while watching hoes strippin' (yeah, ho)

Poppin' and rollin', I'm chiefin' this potent (yeah, ho)

Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper (yeah, ho)

Got from my bitch, and she gets from her mama (yeah, ho)

Talking like this, I be walking like this

Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch

Taylor Gang niggas, the number one chiefer

Smokin' on gas, probably louder than speakers, louder than speakers (hm, hm)

Mix with the hash, dip in the lean, blue dream, I'm a fuckin' fiend (fuckin' fiend)

Standin' on Fairfax gettin' smoked out with them niggas from supreme (from supreme)

Trippy sticks, bong rips, blunt dip, I'm down to do whatever (whatever, bitch)

She wanna pop a molly, man, Juicy J gon' fuckin' let her (she did)

For a stronger strain, I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie (yes, sir)

When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin' you can tell me

Xanax bars, beans, and syrup, that's my trippy kit (ho)

I'm like a pimp in the club, working your bitch (bitch)

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (bitch)

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane

I don't like to say "Hi" because like we're a collective like Sledgren makes the beats

And like fuckin' Cardo or Jerm does the engineering

Or me and Chevy sit around and talk about shit, and come up with shit

We made it comfortable for a lot of people to do like what they're doin'

And feel cool, like doin' that shit, so what we gon' do with this mixtape

Is like really just turn it around and, like, step that up