[Intro: Se7en]
Oh, shit

[Chorus: Se7en]
Okay, I'm riding through the city with my vato (Orale)
From the Five Oh Five [?]
And we ain’t tryna fight, cause all we looking guapo (Ayy)
Just some young marijuanos smokin' macho
Okay, I rip that blunt and then I go to pass it
Mikl flexing on them like he do gymnastic
You make that [?] get so peasy like it's magic
Yeah, RIP to all this tree, that shit was tragic

[Verse 1: Se7en]
All I want do is get paid (Bank)
All I want do is stack cake (Stack cake)
All you gotta do shut the fuck up
Straight fuck outta of our way
Okay, and all I want do is get lit
All you want do is talk shit (Talk shit)
[?] get [?] by fuckboy
Tell ’bout that in you're crunkboys

[Verse 2: Mikl & Se7en]
Start my day with a blunt (Blunt)
Follow weed up with a [?]
Party king, no need to front
Never smokin' on the [?]
Smack that one, call later
Couple shot of [?]
Fuck a lil' [?], don't hate us
[?] too deep [?]
[Pre-Chorus: Se7en]
Yeah, we some young marijuanos
We just some young marijuanos
Yeah, we some young marijuanos
We just some young marijuanos

[Chorus: Se7en]
Okay, I'm riding through the city with my vato (Orale)
From the Five Oh Five [?]
And we ain't tryna fight, cause all we looking guapo (Ayy)
Just some young marijuanos smokin' macho
Okay, I rip that blunt and then I go to pass it
Mikl flexing on them like he do gymnastic
You make that [?] get so peasy like it’s magic
Yeah, RIP to all this tree, that shit was tragic

[Verse 3: Mikl & Se7en]
Got my eyes takes slow (Slow)
[?]
[?] is what we blow (Blow)
Never fallin’ into trash
[?]
[?] go lemonade (Lemonade)
The [?] so fresh, so clean (So clean)
No time for haters [?]
[Verse 4: Se7en]
Yeah, shade, people tryna throw shade
Fuck that, put 'em in the grave (In the grave)
We so loud, keep it down, now
Cause we know how to behave
Okay and all I want do is say "Fuck you"
Yeah, fuck you and the fuck Donald Trump too
We can say whatever we want to
You just a [?] for the [?]

[Pre-Chorus: Se7en]
Yeah, we some young marijuanos
We just some young marijuanos
Yeah, we some young marijuanos
We just some young marijuanos

[Chorus: Se7en]
Okay, I’m riding through the city with my vato (With a vato?)
From the five of five [?]
And we ain't tryna fight, cause all we looking guapo ([?])
Just some young veteranos from the barrio (Orale)
Okay, I rip that blunt and then I go and pass it
Mikl flexing on them like he do gymnastic
You make that [?] get so peasy like it's magic
Yeah, RIP to all this tree, that shit was tragic