Who gets high in this b**h is you really on
its some grapes that you smokin what you really on
Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron and i aint even ate
They say fab when you started smokin
get out my business cousin i was born and raised in Oakland
My daddy's from the north kept me on to
If you from the north and you was smokin you was on too
im feeling great im feelin fine
My og homie he just broke down a line (he's playin with his nose)
So what grow up little n***a
thats grown man sh** you still throw up on yo liquor
I aint encouraging yall to be stoners
but this song right here is for the oners
a n***a hate choke him out like homer
drama you dont want it my mama put that on her Popped a pill and i got high snort up lines til my brain fry
we blow some doin it hundred always drunk and always blunted
got blunt got weed if you got it blaze it up
gotta puff puff puff on that sticky green stuff
i don't do it for the s**as but i do it for the streets
in the concrete jungle in the belly of the beast
only g call man i live by the mall
man haters gonna hate cause they doin they job
over dose the boy don't learn take a Newport dip it in sherm
posted all day right here where the thugs be
crush up a pill right in my hennesy
speakers bumpin cant hear my phone
if anybody asks tell em turf on my Thizz face on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the mornin
stoned in the mud give me henny or the remmy
i hit the liquor store and i don't spend a penny
get it inme they hear me if you near me gather round
im up now and i aint layin down and i aint playin around
cause im super smacked up double tuck if a n***a act up
shimmy shimmy yo shimmy yah shimmy yay
round to a pot thats some wizzle come to day
ima sleep all day all you s**as in the way
see me where they do it at rozz twizzle mayne Sittin in the trap house waitin on the drop off
your girl in the room givin head shes a jump off
gorrila in the trunk gettin drunk cause im cutthroat
everybody know me got that pure uncut coke
all the hoes choosin im refusin if the dough short
b**h im so on i get gone on a short note
waitin on a g5 pullin on a short port
but i gotta QP chillin in my louis coat
sparkin in the club but i won't sell a damn
but the mother f**in mob keep it lit we so damn thug
look motha f**er im from cali we the down plugg
look everybody crazy out here but they show us love
everybody on in the bay but they know watsup
ask em who the n***as is everybody know its us
its on like sh** aint a mothaf**a i could trust
they aint talkin millions mothaf**as better give it up