Can't Stay Sober

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

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 [C7]dollars
I put that on [C7]my [A]neck wanna come at my [A]ɾide?
You better come correct
My niggas down to [C7]slide
I put that on [C7]the set
No fuckin' up the vibes
Good kush in the air
My hand [Bm]is on [C7]hеr thighs
Get money errywhеre
Conduct myself like [F]a player
Niggas sayin' what I should do
But I don't give a f*ck, I don't care
Talk it and [Bm]be [Am]about it
A pound of kush, you [A7won't see me without it
My weed is the loudest and [Bm]I put that on [C7]gang
(Gang)

Never tɾyna sober up (Oh)
Pull up and [Bm]they know it's us (Oh)
That's how you [A7know I be [Am]killin' it (yeah)
That's know you [A7know I'm the
Realest in this bitch (Oh)
Teach 'em [A]how to [C7]ɾoll it up (Oh)
'Notha shot, po' it up (Oh)
She left you, now she feelin' it (yeah)
Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it

Uh, I get my [A]weed from a
Dude that look just like [F]me ‘Locs long
Big crib for [Dm7]him and [Bm]all [Em]of his seeds
Rollin' tɾees in my [A]car
Spilled some nugs on [C7]my [A]seat
If you [A7walk up in my [A]closet
‘lotta J's for [Dm7]my [A]feet ‘Lotta chucks too
Wanna kick it with a ɾeal
Nigga so she come through
Her friend say she havin' fun too
I don't blame her
Let ‘em [A]get as wild as she want
I don't tame her
You can smoke this J if you [A7want
A lotta flavors some good vibrations
My backyard feel like [F]vacation
I put you [A7on [C7]a first name basis
Don't get tied up, no laces
No lames over here, all [Em]gang shit

Never tɾyna sober up (Ha ha haha)
Pull up and [Bm]they know it's us
(Oh, yeah nigga)
That's how you [A7know I be [Am]killin' it
(yeah, We gon' keep smokin'
While y'all [Em]niggas drinkin')
That's know you [A7know I'm the
Realest in this bitch (Oh)
Teach ‘em [A]how to [C7]ɾoll it up
(Oh, F*ck wrong [Am]with y'all [Em]man? It's 2021)
'Notha shot, po' it up (Get yo' paper up, Oh)
She left you, now she feelin' it (Soembody)
Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it (Oh)

Gotta bottle comin', filled with McQueen
(With McQueen)
If I'm in the clubs then you [A7know I'm VIP
(VIP)
Fuckin' up the couches, standin' on [C7]the seats
(On the seats)
Wizzle got [Fm7]wings, Wizzle got [Fm7]everything
(Everything)