Is it recording

Love is life and life is living

F**kin' awesome yeah

I smoked a whole a d**n pound

I'mma need another one another one one

Eyes closed I won't come down

Only papers no we don't f**k with blunts

N***a

I just don't be sharing w**d

A n***a got pounds to burn that's apparent

Just 'cause you up in this b***h

Don't mean you gon' hit this s**t

You better roll somethin'

Coughin' like you got a cold or something

I'm tryin to OD off THC

N***a f**k around gave Young Khalifa a pound

Smoke the whole thing up in a week

In a weak in a weak

Roll a joint put a worm around

That motherf**ker smoke it to the face

Awww s**t N***a say he got some

KK and he said he on the way

Said he on the way

Big P told me church get money on 'em every single day

Every single day

So I want everything every room every plane every place

We mobbin' mobbin' mobbin'

Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke

But we do it anyway 'cuz real

G's smoke when they want

When they say turn down we turn up and

Turn up some more

When they say put it out

It's to loud we burn up some more

Then we keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'

We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin' rollin'

Rollin' rollin'

We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'

N***a keep going going

Keep the KK blowin blowin

Snakes in the grass keep mowin' mowin'

A*s so fat look swollen swollen

Another city state gotta show in show in

Another airport gotta go in go in

Reason why you hate I'm knowin knowin

N***as got to much hoein' hoein'

I keep rollin' up

Drivin' a brand new car like the motherf**ker stolen

They don't understand what I'm doin'

Money in my hand n***a 28 grams when I'm rollin'

Been through NewYork London Paris and back

SXSW only n***as smokin' on pack

Rollin' the best

Go on get a bong get a match

Everybody get along get attached

Get a song get a biatch

What they say every dog need a cat

Pot heads need a joint to relax

G pen full of wax

10 Rolled cone joints really fast

No sticks no seeds in the bag

Got reason to brag

In the front

Y'all b's in the back

Pair of chucks ripped jeans is the swag

Little b***h we mobbin'

N***a we mobing

We mobing mobing mobing mobing

S**t s**t go go go

N***a we mobing mobing

Now every place that we go they say

We can't smoke

But we do it anyway 'cuz real G's

Smoke when they want

When they say turn down

We turn up and turn up some more

When they say put it out

It's to loud we burn up some more

Then we keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'

We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'

Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'