That's how it's supposed to be,
Living young and wild and free.
Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I show,
Keep it player for these hoes,
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it,
Roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers,
And smoke them hoes down ’til they stingers.
You a class clown and if I skip for the day,
I'm with your bitch smokin’ grade A.
Oh my god, I'm on the chase, Chevy,
It's gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it,
Dippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ away,
Zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay,
Tippin’ like I'm drippin’ in paint,
Up front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”.
That's how it's supposed to be,
Living young and wild and free.
Cause if me and my team in there,
There's gonna be some weed in the air,
Blowin' everywhere we goin' and now you knowin',
When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up.
Soon as you thinkin' you're down,
Find how to turn things around,
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang,
So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang.
Now I'm chillin', fresh outta class, feelin',
Like I'm on my own and I could probably own a building.
Got my own car, no job, no children,
Had a science project, me and Mac killed it.
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me.
And we gon' fight and we gon' roll,
That's how it's supposed to be,
Living young and wild and free.
When you live like this you're supposed to party.
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun,
So we just, roll one, smoke one,
When you live like this you're supposed to party,
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun.
That's how it's supposed to be,
Living young and wild and free.
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