Oh, it's a lovely day, ha ha, yuh yuh Ayy, when I wake up I go straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke Ayy, then I get up and go, straight to the liquor, it's a bottle of woe Ayy, I don't got much for love, all of my homies are waiting outside Ayy, they know I'm ready to roll, smokin' a hundred, I'm ready to die Ayy, and by the way, we gettin' high today Heaven still bad to your bitch, I'm on testes, I hit it like Messi a mile away Like, what's up with you, feel like Shamu, I ride away Gravy come through for your boo, fly away, to your bitch like What's up, how you doin'? Fuck some, PT cruisin' At the club, I'm perusin', bust a nut, keep it movin' That's that money talk, Gravy got the club doin' bunny hops I got the Mighty Ducks V4 on my watch And you must've got your shit at Craig's Ricks Ayy, when I wake up I go straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke Ayy, then I get up and go, straight to the liquor, it's a bottle of woe Ayy, I don't got much for love, all of my homies are waiting outside Ayy, they know I'm ready to roll, smokin' a hundred, I'm ready to die Okay, I'm bout to log off, bout to nod off Askin' all this question, I ain't start resemblin' out while I'm Trick ho, tada, time to rock a tada Seven drones, always short, I'm like Soto Half middle start off, thought I was a narco Read between the lines with me, I'm saltin' like a barco His white tee, we make it red, thought he lick his sorrow Seats in the whip, same color, bone marrow I smell an enemy in the vicinity And when the battle begins, I talk to an entity Killin' shit like my last name was Kennedy Stay killin' shit like shit is named Hennessy Friend of me, enemy, said to have to pretend to be Only percentage of what I let your fuck niggas be Secret sauce, smell like Krabby Patties with jelly bean Built different, what you see in my damn anatomy, bitch When I wake up I go straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke Then I get up and go, straight to the liquor, it's a bottle of woe I don't got much but love, all of my homies are waiting outside They know I'm ready to roll, smokin' a hundred, I'm ready to die Head up in the backpack, ride around the whole city in the black Jags Do no trippy, keep it flippin' like a flapjack If I'm goin' up north, then I go to my source Fuck you, stay on my course like a black cat Had bad luck, baby, but I passed that Now it's just a little somethin' I can laugh at I just wanna get lit where the cool kids is Where the wild things are, my goddamn star We up out them boats, we up out them bars If I ever get stuck, I don't gotta restart I just need to get high, gotta land on Mars Gotta land my prize, gotta get a new car I just want another cause you breakin' my heart I'm on another level, what you thinkin'? Trippy, got a pussy drinkin' When I wake up I go straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke Then I get up and go, straight to the liquor, it's a bottle of woe I don't got much but love, all of my homies are waiting outside They know I'm ready to roll, smokin' a hundred, I'm ready to die When I wake up I go straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke Then I get up and go, straight to the liquor, it's a bottle of woe I don't got much but love, all of my homies are waiting outside They know I'm ready to roll, smokin' a hundred, I'm ready to die