[Intro: Meech]
Huh huh
Whats the word
He go first I go second he third
Whats the word Whats the word
Zombie gang in this bitch you heard
He go first I go second he go third
Whats the word whats the word ......

[Verse 1: Juice]
Overload I'm over bump
Time to get this paper huh
Fetti mozzarelli , Modern day Fonzerelli
Or DMX in belly I'm still smooth though
Rick rude ho never played the food row
Psychedelic renegade higher than the other day
Free your mind or get trapped in yesterday
Eyes low huh so tell me what you wanna do
OG puffer but n***a I will not lose
I tok a lot I smoke a lot
Where is the flacka
Word up to big poppa
You craig mack floppas
I smoke him like a rasta
New york diesel
Get proper
I'm cliche but this is my forte
We stay strapped and I'm packing like green bay
I'm a giant, Andre, rap goliath
I'm a monster no kanye required
[Verse 2: Meech]
Ready to die, I'm track 17 I'm suicidal
Ran out of dutches so we used paper out the bible
Smoking exotic piff with an exotic bitch
Eyes low chronic spliff
Pussy wet Watch it drip The high life im living
It ain't sinning if you winning
Everyday it's sour blunts
Scaliness women true talk
I spit the art
Hunting money is my favorite sport
I walk the walk and pussy is something I never bought
I need a bad bitch with Really good features
Cause we too high up you never ever reach us
Nose bleed sex I fuck her in the bleachers
I know you like them chink Eyes thick thighs
Shirley Temple weave hair look like curly fries
Who needs a gimmick, I got real n***a features
Who needs a diamond ring when theres crystals on the reefer
Bitch !

[Verse 3: Eric Arc Elliot]
The little leech Bleeding all in the sheets
Mission complete hit it once in a week im so deep
Creep on it n***a
Sleep on it, I unleash carnage
Told the weed to varnish
My lungs at 21, still a buster
Caramel or custard
Creme brulee complexion
Your the best I have ever seen, you were everything
My jealously was embarrassing
That was 23
24 is another war I am sore from
Awesome storefronts Sachs always Nordstrom
Pardon all my boredom
Come and lace my Jordan's
Sure hun
We can take you enjoyed sun
Never seen it coming but
She is blowing on my johnson
Larks come
Hash and weed inside the mason jar
Hit my repenter
Sour diesel out your bra
Hit me with the text for the sex
When I leave alone and I replie back
All good just a week ago
[Verse 4: Juice]

We trippy fuck a piss test
What you know about that, hash oil potent oil
Mix it up got my brain all stuck
I'm trippy though if you ain't know
When I'm on LSD, all the tongues
Speaking tongues got her freaking out
So what you know about this
Vandy flipping we be the shit
500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, fuck them C's
Thats no release, we hot timen
You little leaves smoking bush weed
No comparing nothing the same
Nothing compared to the blood in my veins