G.F.U. (Feat. Juicy J and Berner)

24 from the hood and I made 11 million this year
So I'm throwin up paper

Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom
Gettin' money all throwin' up Taylor

You can roll 'em out puff 'em I don't save it I stuff 'em
I don't gotta chase money I'm good

I'll bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya
I'm talkin' straight cookies no oven

And I'm smokin' in public rich folks still love it

He talkin' he bluffin' that's my chick she stuntin'

And my team is the wildest try and get high enough to see mr wallace

Thumbs green like the mile is this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college

If you seen all my closets so much style
It's like my stylist had a stylist

And my crib like a palace wizzle go hard like a callus

All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors

Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Cop a pound come a pound roll a pound blow it down
Call a ho it's goin' down Juicy J from stoner town
Originality where Mary Jane control the sound
Blue dream and lean for all of those who knew the time
Hash kef oils in the gas mask we be doin' numbers like its math class
Match one nigga don't you know I'm match back
Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract

Smoke good cause I deserve it sour diesel got me swerving

I'm swerving right up on the curbing

Big bong rips got my chest hurting

Purp naps in the Marriott sweet

I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet
So make sure you know it's only Taylor's if we meet
If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean

Blood came through and just dropped off a load

And I ain't sellin' shit everything gettin' smoked

Smoke when I get up smoke myself to sleep
Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week
All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors
Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up

I'm right from my city
I'm on two blue pills and got the room smelling pissy
Ask I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air
Lost your bitch to the game f**k it life isn't fair
I'm too chill 2 mil re caught with my rap money
Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me
Two strains that my new nickname cherry pound cookie
All you see is a big flame
Stunt grown man with a coat on trippy in a room
Full of girls with no clothes on

But ya I love how I'm living I just left the night club
I'm in bed with 3 women
Too high too fly big belly cause I eat good

Blew 30 grand on drinks I better sleep good
Bag full of shit you probably seen in my twitpics
Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick
Ya I'm so slow motion in an s class
Floating hard to keep my eyes open

A king pin I keep weed by the elbow
Skin all itchy tonight I'm sippin' yellow
All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors
Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up
Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up