[Intro]
You got brown, you got weed
You got brown and weed
You got brown, you got weed
You got brown and weed

[Chorus: Giggs]
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)

[Verse 1: ?]
We got white, we got beef
We got sniff, and we got [?]
I need my life at ease, I need to make the P's
I need the P's to make my family eat
My family tree, down from me
We get the money, and I know they down for me
Even though I hustle, I know that they're proud of me
It's not the legal way
Might need the legal aid
But right now, selling food the way, it's got to stay
And I've got that ye
It's just a phone call
I know about grinding, I was selling phones too
Watch who phones you and, watch who phones you
And watch who you go too
Feds will want you tazed and
Rather have you laying in your grave and
Phone calls get tapped
So watch what you stay
Feds will watch where you stay, switch your spot everyday
Don't get clocked with a cap
Cover all your tracks, and make sure you stack
[Chorus: Giggs]
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed, Spare)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed, listen, hustlers)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
I got brown (You got-, brown), I got weed (Weed)
I got coke (Coke), any substance that you know (You know)
I want P's, I can't handle being broke (Broke)
Yeah that's me
Make 'em know, fucking about
You got the food?
I get the P's and I quickerly bounce
No mugging about
I can get you what you need
What feet? I can get it by 50 an ounce (Woo)
I cut keys with foster
Alright, issue right, [?] leave with doctor (Doctor)
N***as don't want to see me prosper
Only time that that happens is when they're eating off ya (Eating off ya)
I can feel the hate
I can see the snakes
Creepin', tryna infiltrate
You don't wanna let them feast away
Be easy mate
Your teasing fate
These n***as are bussing their brains
Tryna figure out the P's I make (Come on)
'Cause I'm eating cake
Fuck around with my shit, I'll have you ducking shots you won't even see me take
Woo
I had to pause for a second, I needed a break
Had to switch up the hustle, and meddle with base
Get the scales out just so I can level the weigh (Jheez)
Steady hustlin' them boulders boy (Boy)
If you need a picture, you can get that instant
Sorta like a polaroid (Polaroid)
Holla for the [?] ten minutes later, you'll be overjoyed (Overjoyed)
The feds are over honest so I'm overnoyed (Overnoyed)
[Chorus: Giggs, Joe Grind]
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed, Joey, Grind)

[Verse 3: Joe Grind]
(You got brow-) Look, look
[?] in the white, [?] in the brown [?], [?] in the [?]
'Cause I had the good greens (Good greens)
Or ever had n***as in the ends buying 10s, and the cats call
I really can't stand fiends
From light to night, from night to light
From rain to snow
Back to the sun, I'm grinding (I'm grinding)
I keep my back to the wall, on guard, stay cool
'Cause I'm slip and sliding
I'm still on the grind
So I love a punch, yeah?
'Cause it's still on the grind, they ain't love Joe
I'm picking up 9's, weighing 2 grams 10s
4 gram mixing in with 28 O's (Straight)
5 19, [?], you know how many buy?
Don't worry, cah the green needs folding
If you ask for a bell, the anwer's no 'cause I'm not having you owe me (No)
My paper stacks slowly (Slow)
[?] low boy
Don't leave my things 'round my yard incase it gets raided
Fuck it, I'm paranoid (Paranoid)
But I'd rather get my door kicked off
With my paranoid safety than going in jail (Going in jail)
To getting my door kicked off and my crew gets me a couple years in jail
So I stay on the road like cars
[?] invest in the one on roads
Feds come and dash that green, and as for [?]
I say I just cash my gyro
How they gonna say no?
If the popo don't find the popo can, they nick me? No (Nah)
Might [?] from now
Cah I swear down blud them feds ain't catching Joe (Never)
[Chorus]
You got brown, you got weed
You got brown and weed
You got brown, you got weed
You got brown and weed
You got bro-