Bootsy Bellows

Gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang

Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G

Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with

Weed and alcohol, that's the balance

Ridin' in the Benz with low milage

Working 'til my hands get callouses

Been a player, I established it

Whips be the fastest

Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average

Legendary status and my crib like a palace

I know why they mad

'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed

Still got the weed smell in her hair

Comin' home later, nigga gettin' cares

Make a whole pound disappear

Come for the money, tryna get a dog

Live this for the gang, imma get involved

Look at me different now

Roll some weed and put your niggas on

You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for?

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door

I might leave here with your bitch

Uh, they ain't goin hard as us

We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building

Regardless if authorities give us permission

Boss bitches niggas breakin' they credit card limits

To try to ball with us

We in talks with those who only own business

My spark lit, then I paint pictures

Don't leave witnesses, nah nigga, my gang different

Pull the Benz out in the rain

Hit her once, I won't even remember her name

Hella diamonds up in my chain

To say that I'm dope is an understatement

But no, I ain't underrated

Came from a place where niggas make their own way

Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don't say

I'm puttin' KK in the paper

On point gang, ready for danger

Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers

Too clean to ever have a stain

Khalifa the boss before you beat the game

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Pockets is gettin' swole

Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll

Diamonds to my toes

Everywhere I go, I'm froze

You already know

Fool

Gangsters too

This is how them gangsters do