We don't blunts in the cut Tell the valet to up my truck than a mug, ain't nothin' what up but us Ain't what up but us We allow blunts in the cut, yeah Peel off a New Era sticker Out bitch like a newborn my nigga get tangled in the web of broad weave Homie you weak, not G hands with your bitch When the money come you can't So when money talk you can't speak Who you with jive ass I'm Hollywood multitasking, and acting You just like you rappin' Acting like you trappin', you trap champ what I'm in a psychedelic tree smilin' Cheshire Cat'n, Galapagos Turtle shell Spillin', good with a bad one J.E.T.S. nigga playin' dirty with the ones The Brazilian thick leg hair ones Been on cloud nine since square one, Curren$y] Ain't nothing up but us Paper Planes man, we don't allow in the cut Tell the to pull up my truck Ain't what up but us nothing what up but us We don't allow in the cuts you see me I'm lo'd up Roll up, something, than I smoke up I be steamin', I don't really Nigga be higher than pussy ain't Dour that's a gaffe, rookie This is not Canadian type of buds change whatever mind frame you in I be so thrown off, in them papers got me popped You think I'm but I'm not Was say somethin', but I forgot I up for breakfast I be on my J.E.T.S. Me and Spitta smoke a zone it be nothin' left it's George kush I'm on that shit Hopin' the bag shit like armpits Doesn't whose blunts be the longest When I smoke be potent, hope your is the strongest My pot what up, what up up nigga, ain't nothing up but us