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'? *** 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 *** 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' *** like my last name was Kennedy Stay killin' *** like *** is named Hennessy Friend of me, enemy, said to have to pretend to be Only percentage of what I let your *** 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 *** 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