[Chorus: Both]
We rolling J's, rolling blunts
Rolling deep in that luxury
Come fuck with
I'm fucking beats, like fucking freaks
And luckily, you're stuck with me
Come fuck with them
Or come fuck with
Cos we puffing trees
Really nothing b, really nothing that you can't see
We rolling J's, rolling blunts
Rolling deep in that luxury
Come fuck with
I'm fucking beats, like fucking freaks
And luckily, you're stuck with me
Come fuck with them
Or come fuck with
Cos we puffing trees
Really nothing b, really nothing that you can't see

[Verse 1]
I'm a fucking mic killing machine
Trapped with a bag of weed
Can't you see?
I'm stunting on n--gas like ye
Now, watch your little bitch look at me
She admire the flow
Wouldn't you know
A companion so [?]
Oh, stop
Cos you're not killing me
Like I said, in your dreams
Fucking up with your sleep
Let's go [?] sheets
And I'm fucking these beats
'Til the bust go skeet skeet
Put it up in the deep sleep
You the weak link
Make your [?] and I walk on water
Since I was a toddler, at three feet smaller
You rapping to bother just like a father
Cos I fucked your bitch and I fucked your mother
Working some magic like I'm Harry Potter
Turn 'em into water, get 'em so wet
Better go get [?] test