I need the bread for lunch
I touch a pack and go hasta la vista
[Chorus]
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
Had to ask about who taught her that
I got her head by brunch
Haha
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
I got too much weed in my blunt
We just reaching for the stars and past
Yeah
Ooh
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Chorus]
Nightmares make me laugh
Fast, fast
When you get money it’s harder to reach ya
Went back to the trap

[Intro]
I only met her once
I just focus on what’s here and there
Man who got the facts?
Fucking on twins that’s identical creachers
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
You be letting all your moments pass
They wear, masks
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
All that extra shit ain’t gonna last
I got too much lean in my cup
Came from the gutter need my wallet greasy
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
They tell me get it and I’m on his back
Pockets jump like jacks

I got too much lean in my cup
Six will play you like a quarterback
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
Where I be dressin’ like everyday easter

I got too much lean in my cup
Tell ’em turn me up
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
Bro got to send me up
You niggas stuck in the bleachers
Same color Henny-punch
Different class
Better tell ’em ’bout me
I need two demons identical features
On our, ass, dash, dash
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
I got too much
I got too much lean in my cup
Fast, no pass, this one, my blunt
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I step in Saint Laurent
Two gon’ need rehab
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash

On our, ass, dash, dash
Yeah
I got too much weed in my blunt
[Verse 2]
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Play with my boys we gon’ Friday-thirteenth ya
I got too much lean in my cup