When I Get There

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Purple weed and cloudy skies Audi rides, used to have to troop but now we drive Now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe New movie starring yours truly, make the party live The mommy's call me Daddy, I call them now and then Tell 'em bring their girlfriends through Line 'em up in the shower then it's right back to usual Excuse how I excuse you? But you thought I was lookin' at you, I was lookin' through you Through my eyes I see things clearer, could it be my Bentley nearer? Hammer under chincilla, chill the fuck out 'fore we kill ya! I'm no where near familar, life is realer when you're speedin', weedin' Lockin' house, you need my reality for the evenin' Even when you're at the top the bottom calls Every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall Pop my bands and buy it all for my hands in front of coals Lot of grands then I'm involved Problem man? I'll get it solved Spick and span, no problem [Chorus] Weed it up, hammer down, that's how we roll (That's how we roll) Devil wanna take me now, but I ain't goin' (I ain't goin') Too many already down, feel like I owe 'em (Like I owe 'em) Fuck your head nod and your pounds, show love to no-one When I get to the top (Get to the top), all way to the top (Way to the top) I'ma shit on you (Shit on you), then climb back down Just so I can spit on you (Spit on you) It's pitiful (It's pitiful) The shit they do (The shit they do) When they get through (When you get through) [Verse 2] Ugh You used to count a nigga out, remember that to this day Haven't seen me since I made it, rather have it this way Hung up my Jersey for a minute now I'm back in the play Back in that zone where I'm snappin', rappin' like back in the day In New York City and now California S-Stylin on ya skinny nigga from around the corner Then found the sauna, marijuana and my 2K bomber Benz or recliner Man, I arm her with my rear persona and riot armor Work magic, don't make me try it on ya Halla Kasaam, Cabaam, Shazaam Now take cover fast as ya can Man, fuck you sucka niggas and your R.I.P. tatt's South Side, see sleep and breath that, we back I had it hard, don't call me lucky, call me lots of money My flow ain't from this time, more like two thousand twenty Bitch, take the space up, back the fuck up, I'ma need some room You know the order, bag 'em, tag 'em, let the G's run through 'em [Chorus] Weed it up, hammer down, that's how we roll (That's how we roll) Devil wanna take me now, but I ain't goin' (I ain't goin') Too many already down, feel like I owe 'em (Like I owe 'em) Fuck your head nod and your pounds, show love to no-one When I get to the top (Get to the top), all way to the top (Way to the top) I'ma shit on you (Shit on you), then climb back down Just so I can spit on you (Spit on you) It's pitiful (It's pitiful) The shit they do (The shit they do) When they get through (When you get through)