[Intro: Lofty305 & Ruben Slikk]
That's just like a space taker upper, you know?
It's like fuckin'-
I just copped an ounce, aye

[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck
To up-serve the fresh, marvelous connects
Lofty up next, higher than Jay Jay
The Jet Plane, do my thing and respect game
Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid
Nah, scratch that
For the more putrid the stench of the bud
The more complex the rhymes
Lofty smokin' Kryp with a hint of lime
Committin' crimes, jukin' city swine
Tryna climb to another state of mind
Three deep in the whip, hot boxin'
Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty
Freebase in the driver seat, we complete
Metro Zu, yeah, you knew we run it like a fleet
And my n***a Eddy, you know he got the heat
On Miami beach, he vibin' with the freaks
Chyeah

[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just copped an ounce, aye
To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain
'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things
And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt
When you're down and out
Or even when you're doin' good
Hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
[Verse 2: Mr B]
Yeah, it's that n***a Mr. B in them basketball shorts
Smokin' blunt after blunt, now my brains kinda distorted
I imported all the finest of the weed, California
Got me blazin' on some trees that I never thought I'd have
But bitches, do the math, I'm the freshest n***a ever
Put two and two together, the freshest n***a ever
In any type of weather, I am better
Supersede any n***a hatin' on me
Fuck a n***a, kick rocks, better yet, go skip 'em at the dock
The freshest n***a who came up off the block
Got somethin' for these hoes
A long ass dick to put up in they spine
Now it's intertwined, and I'm dwelling in their mind
You can't fuck with a n***a, as if you got AIDS
A freshest n***a who's been paid
Ever since the seventh grade
Rocking hoes and rocking shows
Best believe I got that flow
For any hoe, knock these hoes down, call them dominoes
Bitch

[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just copped an ounce, aye
To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain
'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things
And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt
When you're down and out
Or even when you're doin' good
Hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
It's Ruben Slikk, yeah, I'm bold than a mothafucka
Up in the club with a blunt full of hashish
And a bitch wanna hit it, but I didn't let her get it
I ain't trickin', I ain't lettin', don't try me
Breakin' buds and the purple shit, poppin' Xanax
By the slim pack, got a n***a fucked up
Bitch said I remind her of a dutt
Every time I come around, then I gotta get sucked up
And the hash make a n***a so high
That my eyelashes always be touchin'
Like what I do to describe [?]
When I realize my shoe box has nothin'
I'm puffin' trees and stuffin' keef all up in a raw consumption
All these trees got me like a muffin
Fresh and poppin' out the oven

[Bridge: Ruben Slikk]
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes comin' easy
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes comin' easy
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just copped an ounce, aye
To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain
'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things
And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt
When you're down and out
Or even when you're doin' good
Hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me