Released: October 2, 2020
Featuring: TrippyThaKid Ski Mask the Slump God
Songwriter: Raisi K. Ski Mask the Slump God Yung Gravy Heinz Kiessling
Producer: Raisi K.
[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God & TrippyThaKid]
Ohhh
It's a lovely day
Haha
Yah, yah
Ayy
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
And by the way
We gettin' high today
Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies
I hit it like Messi, a mile away (Ooh)
Like what's up with you?
Feel like Shamu, I ride the wave (Shamu)
Gravy come through for your boo, fly away
Took your bitch like
What's up? How you doin'?
Fuck some, PT cruisin'
At the club, I'm perusin'
Bust a nut and keep it movin'
That's that money talk (Whoa)
Gravy got the club doin' bunnyhops
I got the Mighty Duck's V form on my watch
And you must've got your shit at Craigswrist
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid & Ski Mask the Slump God]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye (Yuh, yuh, yuh, okay)
[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm 'bout to log off (Uh-huh), 'bout to nod off (Uh-huh)
Askin' all these questions, I start resemble Nardwuar (Uh)
Trick, huh? Ta-da, some rock Prada
Used to sell them drugs, always short 'em like a sawed-off
Half made 'em start up, thought I was a narco
Read between the line with me, I'm somethin' like a barcode
His white tee, we make it red, thought he leaking sorrow
Seats in the whips same color bone marrow
Shh, I smell an enemy in the vicinity
And when the battle begins, I turn to an entity
Killin' shit like my last name was Kennedy
Stay killin' shit like shit is named Kenny, see
Friend of me, enemies ain't the half you pretend to be
Only percentage of what I let you fuck niggas be
Secret sauce, raw like Krabby Patties with Jelly be
Built different, what you see in my damn anatomy, bitch?
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
[Verse 3: TrippyThaKid]
Winter's in the backpack
'Bout to buy the whole city in the Blackjack
You know Trippy keep it flippin' like a flapjack
If I'm goin' up north, then I go to my source (Yeah)
But you stay in my course like a black cat (Uh)
Hell-bent, love, baby, but I passed that
Now it's just a little something I can laugh at
I just wanna get lit where the cool kids is
Where the wild things are, I'm a goddamn star
We about them bucks, we about them bars
If I ever get stuck, I don't gotta restart
I just need to get high, better land on Mars
Gotta lend my broads, gotta get a new car
I just want another 'cause you breakin' my heart
I'm on another level, what you thinkin'?
Trippy gotta quit the drinkin'
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid]
Ayy, when I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
Ohhh
It's a lovely day
Haha
Yah, yah
Ayy
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
And by the way
We gettin' high today
Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies
I hit it like Messi, a mile away (Ooh)
Like what's up with you?
Feel like Shamu, I ride the wave (Shamu)
Gravy come through for your boo, fly away
Took your bitch like
What's up? How you doin'?
Fuck some, PT cruisin'
At the club, I'm perusin'
Bust a nut and keep it movin'
That's that money talk (Whoa)
Gravy got the club doin' bunnyhops
I got the Mighty Duck's V form on my watch
And you must've got your shit at Craigswrist
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid & Ski Mask the Slump God]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye (Yuh, yuh, yuh, okay)
[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm 'bout to log off (Uh-huh), 'bout to nod off (Uh-huh)
Askin' all these questions, I start resemble Nardwuar (Uh)
Trick, huh? Ta-da, some rock Prada
Used to sell them drugs, always short 'em like a sawed-off
Half made 'em start up, thought I was a narco
Read between the line with me, I'm somethin' like a barcode
His white tee, we make it red, thought he leaking sorrow
Seats in the whips same color bone marrow
Shh, I smell an enemy in the vicinity
And when the battle begins, I turn to an entity
Killin' shit like my last name was Kennedy
Stay killin' shit like shit is named Kenny, see
Friend of me, enemies ain't the half you pretend to be
Only percentage of what I let you fuck niggas be
Secret sauce, raw like Krabby Patties with Jelly be
Built different, what you see in my damn anatomy, bitch?
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
[Verse 3: TrippyThaKid]
Winter's in the backpack
'Bout to buy the whole city in the Blackjack
You know Trippy keep it flippin' like a flapjack
If I'm goin' up north, then I go to my source (Yeah)
But you stay in my course like a black cat (Uh)
Hell-bent, love, baby, but I passed that
Now it's just a little something I can laugh at
I just wanna get lit where the cool kids is
Where the wild things are, I'm a goddamn star
We about them bucks, we about them bars
If I ever get stuck, I don't gotta restart
I just need to get high, better land on Mars
Gotta lend my broads, gotta get a new car
I just want another 'cause you breakin' my heart
I'm on another level, what you thinkin'?
Trippy gotta quit the drinkin'
[Chorus: TrippyThaKid]
Ayy, when I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke, aye
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, aye
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waitin' outside, aye
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, aye