| Keep that shit real |
| Keep that shit trill |
| Most dudes can’t handle me |
| Most dudes can’t handle me |
| Kush too fucking strong, we been rolling all night |
| If your nigga do you wrong, bet this blunt gon' make it right |
| Hit it once, and hit it twice |
| Hit it three times, then you lit |
| It’s like I’m honest when I’m sober, but I’m better when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| Look, what if I told you that I like you but I love your money |
| Would you hide all of your visa’s and start acting funny |
| What if I told you, you my main but I got other dudes |
| And every time I ain’t with you, I’m with my other moves |
| If I kept it trill and told you that I need my space |
| You irritate me, every time you show up at my place |
| What if I told you that you bore me and it’s no longer fun |
| And why we talking, I been texting three niggas at one |
| Is that too much? News flash, did you get that picture? |
| I hate yo' mama, she too nosey |
| Right along with yo' sista' |
| What if I told you that I care, but I don’t care enough |
| Told him it was on silent, but it wasn’t |
| I just ain’t pick up |
| And I really don’t give no fucks, love has been erased |
| I had to clear out all our memories, this shit can’t be saved |
| And I could be wrong, but we leaning right |
| All these niggas wanna do is cut, get them out of sight |
| Kush too fucking strong, we been rolling all night |
| If your nigga do you wrong, bet this blunt gon' make it right |
| Hit it once, and hit it twice |
| Hit it three times, then you lit |
| It’s like I’m honest when I’m sober, but I’m better when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| Look, what if I told you that I lurk on all your twitter mentions |
| And I get jealous, every time you show these hoes attention |
| What if I told you that I used to cry like every night |
| Used to ask the Dear Lord, why? |
| Like why we can’t just get it right? |
| I’m just being one hunnit, this shit hella' true |
| And since we being honest, I been cheating too |
| What if I told you that your guys ain’t really your dawgs |
| I would show you messages, but I delete them all |
| But I’m starting not to care, cause it’s becoming pointless |
| It’s like my heart feels out of place, I guess I’m double jointed |
| No double dates, what if I told you to your face |
| See your best man, is your best friend |
| But your best friend is my new man, hold on |
| I think that’s too strong, karma lighten up |
| And if you mad I wrote this song, I still don’t give a fuck |
| I’m Tink G, so I had to keep it real |
| Take a hit of that loud, and express just how I feel |
| Kush too fucking strong, we been rolling all night |
| If your nigga do you wrong, bet this blunt gon' make it right |
| Hit it once, and hit it twice |
| Hit it three times, then you lit |
| It’s like I’m honest when I’m sober, but I’m better when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |
| When I’m lit, when I’m, when I’m lit |