[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Cash me out, shit, I'm coming with the [?] trees
16, like I bring it to you vocally
No smoking in the V, while you chauffeur me
Let's make it home safe, stay focused, B
No con man, n***a selling poparee
I just cleaned up the mess, I had O.C.D
Got treacherous, had to take O.P.P
I live life, n***a, I don't watch no TV

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
I got highs [?] good
I got lows, you wanna buy some more?
I got a house [?] know me for the [?] though
N***a, get it how you get it, can't knock your flow
Everything lit, it's a rocket show
It's gon' go regardlous, take your profits low
To keep it from myself, but it's optional
Whatever you wanna do, let's rock and roll

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
If no one ever told you, bro, I run this here shit
Talking 'bout a god, not a gun kill shit
Moving with the stoners, them the ones I build with
Yeah, you need a hundred, fuck boy, that's lil shit
Somewhere undisclosed, with close to a million
So pardin me if I don't pardin your feelings
This indostry I'm in, it ain't [?] with realness
So it's back to the mountin with the goons and gorillas
I don't really feel love
And they calling me the new plug
He be up on all the new drugs
Shout out to my shooter
Keep me clean like a toothbrush
He be thugging out the new drugs
I don't give two fucks
Better tell him that we move tough
Fuck you really gon' do, bruh?
Fuck you really gon' do, bruh?
Acting hard as fuck, hard as fuck til we pull up
Smoke nothing less than exotic
Like my gonja strong like narcotics
In the summer, I get it poppin
I can show you nerds what a [?]
Keep on piling all these packs up
And I never get to the bottom
All I know is chronic
Since a young babe in a bonnit

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
I got highs [?] good
I got lows, you wanna buy some more?
I got a house [?] know me for the [?] though
N***a, get it how you get it, can't knock your flow
Everything lit, it's a rocket show
It's gon' go regardlous, take your profits low
To keep it from myself, but it's optional
Whatever you wanna do, let's rock and roll

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
Size 11 or 12 shoe
Can't believe me, I do what I wanna do
And I'm a maniac, driving on the 101
Man, it's Andre Nicki, it don't make me none
'Cause I'm bonified, cirtified, on the [?] line
Loud pack rolled up in your alpine
Sometimes I let the weed [?] my whole vision
[?] no decision
I turn around like a [?] with a pearl tip
Feel [?] yeah, [?] full grip
You line up like coke
Chopped up with a I.D., please don't remind me
Big fish like a [?]
And you can live nextdoor, and I'ma still say write me
Gutted up, run it up, make it live, ho
Blowing weed is a habit when I drive, ho
I like to gamble like Jimmy the Greek
And when I go out to eat, the bitches like to speak
And I'm [?] so low with the profile
And [?] blow loud
I hit the mall with the look of a young child
Spitting like a grown up, turn your earphones up
I knock hard like a drug bust
Sold crack to [?] let's crush the weed up