They ain’t a problem for me man Man niggas don’t like me, that’s when we bang (We bang) On the roads where we slang Anyplace from a Z to a kilogram (Uh) Couple packs in the weed bag Clip intact for the cats that wanna play He-Man Yeah the folded crème green man, I don’t even smoke but the queen need a weedman I don’t ramp when it’s killing my weed that you’re billing Nah trample the river, [?] banged all the women When you hear bells, look around That’s my name ringing (Oh shit) Hot girls, gang banging Hard slanging on the beats I’m burying the bars, pouring Henny in the glass So why these niggas hate is a question I never need to ask Dem nuh like mi