[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
I smoke blunts drink vodka expose n***as
Have triple expose's with my old bitches
My name is Chez I'm addicted to these flows
And these hoes lord knows I got a jones for a gold digger
I come shining so glowed like the gold member
Anything I touch it turn gold then explode n***a
I drop gems and make moves on the low
And move smooth as the low pro vogues on the oldsmobile
Leave me lone, stay alone
Cuz them hoes will squeal
Tip toeing on the road
I am soul for real
Them other n***as all jokes and you know it
Shiittt go head and laugh know you tired of trying to hold it innn
I said gas with the pen when I wrote it
You could over-comatose on this pungent too potent
On the west side floating with my mind wide open
My all seeing eye on focus you know it biiiitccchh

[Hook: Chuuwee]
May I.. kick a little something for the G's And..
Get the party poppin on the week..end
Maybe we could smoke a little weed.. and..
See what we get into
May I ... Kick a little something for the freaks too
Still a real n***a when I greet.. you
Good where I go when I breeze.. through
They still showin love

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Pulled up wit my shit bumpin
Rollin weed and we gettin blunted
New n***as But I been thuggin
Ride around town blowin loud in my chick bucket
Gas tank on 10 duckets
Still clean and I'm still stuntin
Still mean and I'm still muggin
Still get it crackin my n***a its still nothin
My n***a it's still fuck it my n***a we still bussin
He talkin shit and won't run it
Still fake still broke still frontin
Still gettin money for livin the life I wanted..
My girl left and we still fuckin
Stay high but I still function
Spend big but I still budget
Still spend money on shit I don't really fuck wit

[Hook: Chuuwee]
May I.. kick a little something for the G's And..
Get the party poppin on the week..end
Maybe we could smoke a little weed.. and..
See what we get into
May I ... Kick a little something for the freaks too
Still a real n***a when I greet.. you
Good where I go when I breeze.. through
They still showin love