Top Down

I'm smokin' with the top down, top down, top down, yeah

Money bustin' out the box now, box now, box now, yeah

I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah

I'm smokin' with the top down, top down, top down, yeah

The seven-five so live, I can't pass it

I'm rollin' one in traffic, Lemonade, gotta have it (I need it)

I'm too lit, I laid the blueprint

For the price on exclusive, they want my new shit (That new shit)

The kush man cross it, go crazy

Hit the KM-11 with the Poundcake, lady

Gelato 77 got my heart beatin' mainy

Got jars full of flavor Young Serge just gave me (What up, Serge?)

We smoke out arenas on nationwide tours

This one's for the connoisseurs

And the weight movers (And the bag pushers)

Smoked a cheetah with Wiz Khalifa (What up, Wiz?)

Georgia Pine, sweeter milk, just a little sweeter

Limoncello, the chill cake mellow

I'm at Cypress Hill, smoke sesh next level (Next level)

Why the hash look incredible?

I fell asleep on a hundred milligram edible

I'm smokin' with the top down, top down, top down, yeah

Money bustin' out the box now, box now, box now, yeah

I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah

I'm smokin' with the top down, top down, top down, yeah

The Purple Punch so bunk, you can have it (You can have it)

When the 88 come back around, I'ma grab it (I'ma grab it)

We don't smoke Biscotti, or the Gushers (Or the Gushers)

Anything from the gang, goofy motherfuckers

Variety is everything, this menu's insane (It's fucking nuts)

They use Cookies in all the new strains

The Medellin hits the shelf in a month

Kick the bitch out the Maybach for lightin' up a blunt (Come on now)

We burn vibes till our eyes turn bloodshot (Bloodshot)

Your flex pack full of bud rock (Bud rock)

Gary Payton, got my head hot

Snow Montana, mail an order, and it's deadstock

Live resin cart in a G pen (And a G pen)

I get high and start talkin' to my weed plants

Shit, I love to be the weed man

The cabana hold eight point three grams

I'm smokin' with the top down, top down, top down, yeah

Money bustin' out the box now, box now, box now, yeah

I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah

I'm smokin' with the top down, top down, top down, yeah

And it's just like that

Five-oh-four on lemon bounce right back

Like my brother Alex said

We got this shit, one million percent

Mormon, what up?

Big Law, big Unk in this motherfucker

Got me high as a motherfucker

Y'all know who this is

Motherfuckin' Gary Payton

Y'all know my man, Berner

Got this fire out here

That G-P thing

That Gary Payton thing

Y'all know what it is

I'm the defensive man all along

I did that shit on the motherfucking court

Now I'ma do it on the streets, get it

Gary Payton strand, get it

Y'all heard me

Berner did it, I'ma do it

Now we gon' do it on these streets

Get that shit, the fire

The fire