feat. Mac Lucci

It was right around 2AM

That's when the kush kicked in

And now I'm rollin' down a back street

You can roll right past me

Ain't got no time for the bullshit

But you'll catch me in traffic

You'll catch me in traffic, traffic...

You'll catch me in traffic, traffic...

You'll catch me in traffic, traffic...

Roll the windows up, let the blunt burn - my turn

I done went Stevie Wonder, I don't see you niggas

Ridin' four-deep, me and three freaky bitches

Infatuated by my lifestyle

Slidin' down a back street, I'm a night owl

Presidential pimpin' so the window tinted

Kush, medical jar filled with endo, in it

Full box of Swisher Sweets

Kush reekin' from the leather seats

Motherf**kers yappin', I don't hear 'em

F**k them suckas, I don't fear 'em

I'm speedin' through traffic

Kush smokin', I'm blasted...

With a pocket full of money

BMW - bitches, music and weed

I've got the flyest girls, I puff the fire, no seeds

Sucker-ducker, baby, I'm so inspired to be me

That's why I ride low-key, high as a tree

Ridin' 'round buzzin', what it do, cousin?

You ain't gotta like my style, but your boo love me

Pockets fatter than Precious, I am the freshest

Yellow gold on my necklace

Just left the club, homie on the guest list

Kush blowin', 2 AM, that's breakfast

Bumpin' James Brown, it's a man's world

That pinky ring on my hand a couple grand, girl

She love that I'm tatted

My speakers is blastin', flashin'

With a pocket full of money