I'm a— (Haha, what's happenin', yeah)

Rich-ass junky with a mouth full of golds (Where my weed at? Oh my God)

Oohwee (I rung it out)

Sprinkle, we smokin' on indo (No cap)

We don't fuck with no bimbo (Brrt, brrt, wanna go, let's go get some more)

Longway, Longway, bitch (Lil' brother)

Sprinkle, we smokin' on indo, bags, we trappin' it in door

Roll up a 'Wood and I jump in the Benz, like the mailman, get it to your front door (Knock, knock)

I'm still in the hood with two Glocks and the 'Woods, the .44 mad like Sammy the Bull

Roll up, pour up, go up, smoke up, twistin' my finger, then go up (Yeah)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, slow up 'fore you blow up

Smokin' on O's, pourin' up fours, hopin' this shit don't slow up (Don't slow up)

Throwin' them 'bows like Ludacris song, come shop with the grower, come re-up ('Bows)

Four forty-eight, make your pockets get fatter, come shop with the plug, kick your feet up

I drop the ticket, they come get the reefer, ain't nobody ticket can beat us

Trap in Balenci', the Glock got extension, three straps in my bag like Adidas

Stand in the trap when I'm tryna get extra, I go hit the brick with the beater, let's get it

I'm an investor, I know the good texture, I know what to do with the reefer, let's go

I'm in the Bay, with that shit on the floor, I send the box to the neighbor next door

Smoke in the air, we go up with the score, .44 blow like a blunt of indo

Ridin' down the street, sippin' gin and Juice (Ridin' down the street), on the big Backwood and the lil' bitty boot

Everywhere I go, want smoke like Snoop, two fingers, one thumb, don't think it's a deuce

My flag on the left, know it's neighborhood blue, I catch a fade with the stick, what it do?

Bitch eat the dick like it's déjà vu, he got ducked for the 42, workin' my move

Smokin' on Sprinklez like hookahs at Crew, got Uzi, Bazooka's, the Gulag crew

Smokin' on Sprinklez like hookahs at Crew, got Uzi, Bazooka's, the Gulag crew

Sprinkle, we smokin' on indo, bags, we trappin' it in door

Roll up a 'Wood and I jump in the Benz, like the mailman, get it to your front door (Knock, knock)

I'm still in the hood with two Glocks and the 'Woods, the .44 mad like Sammy the Bull

Roll up, pour up, go up, smoke up, twistin' my finger, then go up (Yeah)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, slow up 'fore you blow up

Smokin' on O's, pourin' up fours, hopin' this shit don't slow up (Don't slow up)

Throwin' them 'bows like Ludacris song, come shop with the grower, come re-up ('Bows)

Four forty-eight, make your pockets get fatter, come shop with the plug, kick your feet up