No Invitation

[Intro] (Ron Ron, do that shit) (Beat that motherfucker up, Quad) [Verse] When I'm in my Double R I got pounds in the trunk I got hella of the shrooms you can get 'em if you want I be in some Croc slippers hoppin' right off the plane Ain't fuckin' with you niggas, I'm in my own lane Big weed, big ass closet, I got my own store Good kush, whole lotta money, that's what I'm known for So you can holler if you hear me, I want the money or don't come near me Your bitch talkin' to me loud like I'm Siri Runnin' game on her brain that's reverse engineering This ain't no Tesla but it do it's own steering Just paid a quarter mil' for a earing These niggas fake, I'm the real thing Private flight, sittin' on a wing Niggas catch a case, they'll never sing Got a bitch that'll never leave Long money, better weed We can fuck, girl, but you won't get a fee And this watch is a masterpiece Taylor Gang, nigga, or it's a casualty Need my money on time, how it has to be I don't share with a bitch so they mad at me I don't stay 'cause the clubs where they values be No difference between fake and reality So I tell that bitch "Hold up" My life ain't never boring A hundred million, I got it off of touring And if it's up with you niggas, I'll leave it there I keep the gloves in the trunk so I don't need a pair I keep the weed rolled up that's why I smell good Ain't been that nigga in the city since you left the hood I keep it solid with my niggas, I'll never change Since '09, a million niggas reppin' Taylor Gang I'm on shrooms, I don't fuck with alcohol I'm out in Vegas, couple white bitches and Adderall I'm overseas, THC pills, I got 'em all And ain't trippin' 'cause the customs think it's Tylenol A private party, and ain't no one invited y'all I got the papers, the kush, but my lighter's gone Give me a doobie and a beat I'll write a song Give me a business expense, I'll write it off Boy, you a worker, you must think you some kind of boss I'm wearin' shit that you don't know what the designers are Hardly ever drive my car I tell her Uber to my crib 'cause it's kinda far When I step out, it's hard to see, my shades are kinda dark I'm microdosing off the shrooms, tonight, I had a lot She microdosing with me too and said she had a shot Ain't see me nowhere at the playoffs 'cause we had a box Hold up, my Rollie don't tick Pockets loaded won't fit, y'all move slow than a bitch From my car you know that I'm rich I hop out, she blow me a kiss I don't trick, you show up with gifts Lot of patience I learn, I ain't grow up with it They don't charge me 'cause I'm different When she kick it with you, she on a mission She like to shop a lot, she in love with them labels Go to Carbone and take a picture at a table I'm rollin' ounces of the kush, you gettin' smoked out A pretty face, some little titties, but it poke out Went to the doctor real quick, ain't nobody know 'bout it She got a nigga at the crib ready to get so violent She keep on callin' my phone ready to piped up Them niggas wearin' a wire, them niggas mic'd up Kush in my right lung When you take a look at my chain, it look like the lights on And them niggas gon' be in icon Want the gas? Nigga, you got the right one Chucks or Vans, ain't no Nikes on All of my niggas do our thing so you gon' fight or run? Hear what I'm sayin', nigga, line it up Pull every bitch at the party, got niggas mad, like, who invited us [Outro] Damn, I really smoke the best weed in the world, see ya