Knock, knock, knock

Loud knockin′

Good weed knockin' at your doorFuck, fuck, fuck, and you know we fucked up

She was there, pull up, you know we gonna fuck

Oh, shit, she wanna coop up

No weak shit

Fried as fuck, Friday night (friday night)

Drivin′ hot as fuck (hot as fuck)

Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice)

I got all this stuff (all this stuff)

Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind)

Huh

These girls say, "Smino, don′t you know Friday your day?"

I told her, "I′m up on Venus right now, girl, I'm outta your space"

And I know we face to face but I′m outta my body today

A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even noticin′ gains

My only goal, get everythin' I want, then give it away

Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds, irrigate

We just doin′ this shit for the babes (ooh-ooh)

Please s'cuse, that's what all this passion in me, got me drillin′ and shakin′

You are not sеt in stone, all that shit that you wrote wrote in pеncil and crayon (crayon)

I'm goin′ Crayola, get-

I'm goin′ Crayola, get high as Jay Hova

Get my final say from the seance

My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel is my Beyoncé-ance

Ave Maria, agave tequila, my mind in the steamer, my brain a museum

Don't got what you see, I′m connected like seam

Cards that they dealt made a king out of him

Fried as fuck, Friday night (friday night)

Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck)

Ain't got no license (ain′t got no lice)

I got all this stuff (I got all this stuff)

Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind)

Fried as fuck, Friday night

Drivin′ hot as fuck

Ain't got no license

I got all this stuff (all this stuff)

Stuff on my mind

One, two, three, four, fifth cup in

My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party (party)

Send hoes on my side, I been havin′ these hoes on they toes like Crocs (sell it)

Ironic the pot, what's the Crock? Brought the sauce in the stu and this bitch breathin′ fire (yeah-yeah)

Caucasian driver, no top, Greg Popp

But the spurs on that bih we outside (horses)

The goal wasn't guap, it was makin′ more opportunities and opps

Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do, overtake me and my rides (god damn)

I really feel more community than comp', 'round here we got motion

My bih ride around to Frank Ocean (these bitches want Nikes)

My bro ride around with explosives (mo-mo-mo)

I′m feelin′ the spirit, the ghost

And I can't be a mirror to somethin′, that dog on the street that I go through

Sometimes, you gotta move when the spirit say so

Okay, Jose, I'm on Cuervo

Been afflicted, feel like J.Lo

Just wanna lay low, sometimes

Sometimes, I find that I′m just complainin', plainin′

Sometimes, I find the time to get wasted (sometimes)