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