Dot Dot Dot (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

King size papers, king size bed

Niggas blow money but i'd rather keep mine instead

Roll something nigga, blow something

Say you're ballin' out of control

Let a nigga hold something

Specially if you got in, and he don't put his niggas on

Tell me what's the sense in even having it for?

Cause when you're broke, you'll have everything to gain

When you lose it all…

Let you inhale out the vap'

Do it for the taste

Usually i roll one up, then pass around

But now i smoke it to the face

Cause chiefing with niggas is such a waste

Unless they my niggas, and 9 out of 10 times

They got their own pound with 'em

Own pack of papers and filters, on the ground

We be smoking them things like 6 at a time

5 in the l, 4 breakin' down

3 in my head, 2 on my mind, nigga

One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled

I keep more than one rolled..

One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled

I keep more than one rolled..

A bit of a pothead

It has been said i keep one rolled up

Like ll's pants legs

Full of life in this bitch, though

I may seem half-dead

Trust me, i'm cool

I just ain't talking to you

And them jet's coming through

It's just as i predicted

Got a bigger portion

Cause the jet's eating off bigger dishes now..

Ain't that the biggest fish up in this pond?

Since life's a bitch, tell her roll my shit up, huh?

Secret compartment in my car, james bond

Though i'm james ball nigga bread long

And my name known known in e'ry home household

Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze

In the mouse, ho. that cheese is "nachos"

You are not chose by the gods

To live as we do, so play your role in the movie

Ain't no pause, no rewind

For no man, waste time

So i ain't wasting mine

More grass, more green, more grind, nigga i keep:

And these bitch ass niggas

F-ck around, i'ma have to bitch-smack me a nigga (these niggas)

Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas

Who the man? you ain't even gotta ask these niggas

I'mma f-ck around and take these last 3 pictures

Man, these bitches breakin' their neck

Just to pass weed with us

We both get high, get drunk, more shots, reload

Too high, we know, 3 more, tevo, we blow

Bitch, how could you be so fine?

Shake that ass, she's so mine

Taking more double shots than free throw lines

I'm might hit like 3-4 times

They say "what the f-ck is you on?"

F-ck if i'm right

F-ck it, i'm on, you f-cking at home

Watching my ass, bet that i'm on

My way to the top, and i'm commin'along wit':