[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, for sure
Let a bitch get comfortable
Everything slowed down for you, baby, you know what I mean?
Uh
Say, bitch, don't get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Never let a bitch get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
For sure, uh, for sure, uh

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
It's mister ho breaker, dope slinger, dope drinker
Straight hopped up out that coupe, high off that juice, I'm no stranger (For sure)
To this gettin' lit, gettin' blowed (Yeah), Dayton wide, dipped in gold (Uh)
Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center, two centerfolds (Bitch)
'Bout to go too deep, I ain't fucked her in like two weeks, feel like two months
Syrup in pineapple Fanta, fired up two blunts
And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm (Yeah)
Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smokin' on?
Amber wax and anthrax, bitch, I keep a Xan' pack
Drop one down in my Styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at
Amber wax and anthrax, bitch, I stuff them grams fat
Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check, I'm 'bout to cash that
Smokin', n***a, pass that, uh
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man

[Verse 2: G-Wiz]
Uh, just scooped my Blood bitch in a blue Brougham
Leather feel so soft, these hoes like ridin' with no shoes on
Pineapple and purple the potion, I'm on that candy sip
All I do is player shit, hundred percent Versace, bitch
One more n***a on the run with the yellow
Ho fine as fuck, from de Janeiro, but she play with her nose though
And I ain't mad at her 'cause I stay with my medicine
Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine in my beverage
Pour up on that ice, hit the lights on some moody shit
Bitches, dope, and dollars on some Tarantino movie shit
Other people's pussy, still keep a whole lot of it
Gold pack in my wallet with about a seven of dope in my pocket
Gettin' blowed

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man
[Verse 3: G.I. Fleezy]
Like, when you feeling good, 'cause bitch, I feel so right
Like, moving out my body, purple paint and Fanta got me tight
I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside
Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down, bitch, we don't play around
I'll motivate you to go and get it while smokin' now (Yeah)
How you stay focused and function? Bitch, we gon' blaze a pound (Blaze a pound)
So when the last time you heard that?
And yeah, we really made for this, so go and send the word back
Right about now, time to tally up the stable
Got them ready, willing, able
Molly popping make 'em get down on the floor with the business
And they live for the gettin' it
Player, out here with it, then that's me
The real player with a G

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man
Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man