Can’t Stay Sober

[Intro]

Smoke another bag, I got cash, I don't need to flash

Hop up off the plane, foreign bitch want my autograph

Brand new foreign ride, I just put the muh'fucka in the stash, yeah

[Verse 1]

Hoppin' off the jet, mo' money to invest

I love to have fun, business, never neglect

Niggas know it's the gang, they never disrespect

A quarter million dollars, I put that on my neck

Wanna come at my ride? You better come correct

My niggas down to slide, I put that on the set

No fuckin' up the vibes

Good kush in the air, my hand is on hеr thighs

Get money evеrywhere, conduct myself like a player

Niggas sayin' what I should do, but I don't give a fuck, I don't care

Talk it and be about it

A pound of kush, you won't see me without it

My weed is the loudest and I put that on gang (Gang)

[Chorus]

Never tryna sober up (Oh)

Pull up and they know it's us (Oh)

That's how you know I be killin' it (Yeah)

That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch (Oh)

Teach 'em how to roll it up (Oh)

'Notha shot, po' it up (Oh)

She left you, now she feelin' it (Yeah)

Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it

[Verse 2]

Uh, I get my weed from a dude that look just like me

Locs long, big crib for him and all of his seeds

Rollin' trees in my car, spilled some nugs on my seat

If you walk up in my closet, lotta J's for my feet

Lotta chucks too

Wanna kick it with a real nigga so she come through

Her friend say she havin' fun too, I don't blame her

Let 'em get as wild as she want, I don't tame her

You can smoke this J if you want, a lotta flavours

Some good vibrations

My backyard feel like vacation

I put you on a first name basis

Don't get tied up, no laces, no lames over here, all gang shit

[Chorus]

Never tryna sober up (Hahahaha)

Pull up and they know it's us (Oh) (Yeah nigga)

That's how you know I be killin' it (Yeah) (We gon' keep smokin', while y'all niggas drinkin')

That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch (Oh)

Teach 'em how to roll it up (Oh) (Fuck wrong with y'all man? It's 2021)

'Notha shot, po' it up (Get yo' paper up) (Oh)

She left you, now she feelin' it (Somebody)

Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it (Oh)

[Outro]

Gotta bottle comin', filled with McQueen (With McQueen)

If I'm in the clubs then you know I'm V.I.P. (V.I.P.)

Fuckin' up the couches, standin' on the seats (On the seats)

Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything (Everything)