Haze (feat. Fundz)

Shout out to all my crop circles ****, ennih

Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

Them **** ain't gettin' money that's why they reminiscing

Me and Pebs on the M Way doin' hella missions

I know I charted fam, I should be on the television

Jazzy told me, stop trappin', but I never listen

I ain't hard to find, I'm always on the block

No iPhones when you walk into my spot

Twenty something lights, can't afford for this to flop

Wish don't compare the market, they'd insurance on the crop

If you see my crop house you'd be amazed

Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze

And i just booked some flights for the whole team

Wakin' up to head, I feel like Mo' Green

So, I ain't shottin' white or brown

The Ice City got Gelato by the pound

I'm used to re-ing up in Amsterdam

Now, these packs come from San Fran

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

My pinkie ring weights three ounce of gold

Flawless diamonds in my mouth, I'm cookin' down to foke

I'm a arrogant prick, ****, now, you know

I shoot you in your face then I walk around the smoke

She said she can't feel her face sniffin' down my coke

She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose

Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold

When I'm drivin' in my whip, she got me down her throat

Nobody tells me nothing 'cause I'm that official nor I'm sellin' crack

Cocaine and I'm slappin' missiles

When I pull up in the Benz, **** know it's me

Crime scene in my hands 'cause everybody knows we're Gs

R.I.P. the dash brands, yeah, they know it's beef

Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries

Lock me up, but they know they couldn't hold the G

Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own the streets

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke, but that was just a phase