[Intro] Roll it up, light that shit, If you talkin’ drama—pipe that shit. I don’t argue, I don’t chase, I just smoke and clear my space. [Verse 1] Eyes half-closed but my vision stay clear, Fake ones talk loud, real ones sit near. I don’t need a man, just need my flame, One hit, and I forget your name. Ash on my wrist, smoke in the curls, Middle fingers up to the petty-ass world. I got high-class weed and low tolerance, If you ain't rollin’ right—miss me with that nonsense. [Hook] Smoke first, talk later, D.O.Double Gyal—real queen, no faker. Don’t bring no fuckshit near my layer, Keep that peace while I blaze this paper. Smoke first, talk later, West Coast queen, rude gyal behavior. One puff deep and I cut off traitors, You ain't with me? I’ll see you never. [Verse 2] Gyal too fine to be stressed like that, So I pull up smooth with a blunt and a strap. He say I’m cold—I say “Nah, I’m baked,” Still got the heat when the whole room shake. Titties out but the blade still tucked, Split your crew with a look and a “fuck.” I don’t chase clout—I spark and float, Only time I beg is my lighter won’t go. [Bridge] Pass it left, let the bullshit fade, Real ones know that the vibe don’t trade. High-grade flame, no secondhand smoke, Step to the queen? You gon’ choke. [Hook] Smoke first, talk later, D.O.Double Gyal—real queen, no faker. Don’t bring no fuckshit near my layer, Keep that peace while I blaze this paper. Smoke first, talk later, West Coast queen, rude gyal behavior. One puff deep and I cut off traitors, You ain't with me? I’ll see you never. [Outro] Still high. Still fine. Still don’t give a fuck. Blowin’ clouds while you run your mouth— I’ll be somewhere up.
