Yo, this Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk
Golds and my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's
Dirt roads, back wood
They got ******* but I've been *******
Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
But I'm getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I'm faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A n-gga gon' be faded, sll the way to the AM

More drink, pour it up
More *******, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
（I'm high）

Oh God, oh God

Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like a indian
Talkin in clouds, I'm high as a b-tch
I'm talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that ho, show 'em no love just throw em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I'm so f-ck-ng in style, wow
New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
Now knock that ******* out, yeah that's just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don't be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d-ck

More drink, pour it up
More *******, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
（I'm high）

Smoking, choking, always rollin' something
I don't need a key to start my car
******* I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like it's nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain't on the road gettin' it
Then I'm in the hood where my *******s live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about and I'm living it
******* little b-tch

More drink, pour it up
More *******, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
（I'm high）

Real n-gga never frontin'
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin'
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this ******* jumping
Ah! Finally got this b-tch jumping
Got this b-tch jumpin'
Fly...that's me...