No Invitation lyrics

[Intro]
(Ron Ron, do that sh*t)
(Beat that motherf*cker up, Quad)

[Verse]
When I'm in my Double R I got pounds in the trunk
I got hella of the shrooms you can get 'em if you want
I be in some Croc slippers hoppin' right off the plane
Ain't f*ckin' with you n*ggas, I'm in my own lane
Big weed, big ass closet, I got my own store
Good kush, whole lotta money, that's what I'm known for
So you can holler if you hear me, I want the money or don't come near me
Your b*tch talkin' to me loud like I'm Siri
Runnin' game on her brain that's reverse engineering
This ain't no Tesla but it do it's own steering
Just paid a quarter mil' for a earing
These n*ggas fake, I'm the real thing
Private flight, sittin' on a wing
n*ggas catch a case, they'll never sing
Got a b*tch that'll never leave
Long money, better weed
We can f*ck, girl, but you won't get a fee
And this watch is a masterpiece
Taylor Gang, n*gga, or it's a casualty
Need my money on time, how it has to be
I don't share with a b*tch so they mad at me
I don't stay 'cause the clubs where they values be
No difference between fake and reality
So I tell that b*tch "Hold up"
My life ain't never boring
A hundred million, I got it off of touring
And if it's up with you n*ggas, I'll leave it there
I keep the gloves in the trunk so I don't need a pair
I keep the weed rolled up that's why I smell good
Ain't been that n*gga in the city since you left the hood
I keep it solid with my n*ggas, I'll never change
Since '09, a million n*ggas reppin' Taylor Gang
I'm on shrooms, I don't f*ck with alcohol
I'm out in Vegas, couple white b*tches and Adderall
I'm overseas, THC pills, I got 'em all
And ain't trippin' 'cause the customs think it's Tylenol
A private party, and ain't no one invited y'all
I got the papers, the kush, but my lighter's gone
Give me a doobie and a beat I'll write a song
Give me a business expense, I'll write it off
Boy, you a worker, you must think you some kind of boss
I'm wearin' sh*t that you don't know what the designers are
Hardly ever drive my car
I tell her Uber to my crib 'cause it's kinda far
When I step out, it's hard to see, my shades are kinda dark
I'm microdosing off the shrooms, tonight, I had a lot
She microdosing with me too and said she had a shot
Ain't see me nowhere at the playoffs 'cause we had a box
Hold up, my Rollie don't tick
Pockets loaded won't fit, y'all move slow than a b*tch
From my car you know that I'm rich
I hop out, she blow me a kiss
I don't trick, you show up with gifts
Lot of patience I learn, I ain't grow up with it
They don't charge me 'cause I'm different
When she kick it with you, she on a mission
She like to shop a lot, she in love with them labels
Go to Carbone and take a picture at a table
I'm rollin' ounces of the kush, you gettin' smoked out
A pretty face, some little titties, but it poke out
Went to the doctor real quick, ain't nobody know 'bout it
She got a n*gga at the crib ready to get so violent
She keep on callin' my phone ready to piped up
Them n*ggas wearin' a wire, them n*ggas mic'd up
Kush in my right lung
When you take a look at my chain, it look like the lights on
And them n*ggas gon' be in icon
Want the gas? n*gga, you got the right one
Chucks or Vans, ain't no Nikes on
All of my n*ggas do our thing so you gon' fight or run?
Hear what I'm sayin', n*gga, line it up
Pull every b*tch at the party, got n*ggas mad, like, who invited us
[Outro]
Damn, I really smoke the best weed in the world, see ya