[Intro: Buddy]
Yeah
Know what I'm sayin', I
I'm just smokin' and chillin'
Real Westside shit
Compton, n***a
You already know what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1: Buddy & Smino]
Mm, ay yeah
Pull up with a thang or two, yeah
You know what I came to do, uh
Slide down the avenue, yeah
Did what I had to do, oh
Infinite flavors, yeah
Pick your favorite, yeah
Keep shit player, ooh
Thinkin' 'bout running for mayor, yeah
Looking at the Lakers, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Wa-alaikum-salaam, why thank you
We're the realest n***as alive
Hi hater, bye hater

[Verse 2: Smino]
Bye hater, Bye Felicia
Not today, not tomorrow either
Shit, look though...
It's a lot of vacant houses, whole city like a toddler
Make the block look snaggletooth
Auntie in the Congress, no Johnny, it's the projects
North Saint Lucy Liu
Tryna kill bills off a Dollar Meal really will fix your whole attitude (Attitude)
Been rapping 'bout the real since a lil' n***a
N***a, imagine if I had a booth
I was only nine years old when I found my soul
Cuz had me in the booth, booger-nose
First shit I ever wrote
Shorty blood had the whole block posted
Everybody tweaking off the vocals
Anti-social, I'm posted, I'm like Roddy
I can't cope, I don't know, could be anxiety
First line was about my n***a Chucky
Just heard that he died on the last Friday
I'm fucked up
[Chorus: Smino]
Hop out 'cho feelings, uh, hop out them feelings
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh, I got a feelin', get it crackin' like acrylic
In the backyard chillin' with ya
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)

[Verse 3: Smino]
I just want a buttercream Beamer with an R&B diva
Slide straight to the pay like a Visa
Lil' freaky, lil' thick thang, keep a n***a bussin'
Got her fucking up her knee, like she signed to Adidas
Ever since a young n***a, I've been a leader
Always sat down on the Pledge of Allegiance
Bad-ass kid to the public, but to me, I'm like "Fuck it –
One day motherfuckers gon' see it"
Just took the kush out the Ziploc, watching 'Love & Hip Hop'
Meanwhile, a few channels down the block
They getting rocked by the punk-ass cops
I can't believe what I seen with my eyes
So nowadays, I'm like "Fuck it, I'ma look to the skies
And manifest anything I need"
Any pussy, any weed, any plug on a power trip
Fuck a plug when the whole team the power strip
No love to these n***as tryna politic
Got my guys all ready, got my queen all rready
How I sound already, how my songs all ready
Got 'em asking, "How these n***a ain't on already?"
I'm good, take it day by day
Pussy, weed, my vices, money in my safe
Cash going up as I elevate
I was down bad, now I'm hella straight
[Chorus: Smino]
Hop out 'cho feelings, uh, hop out them feelings
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh, I got a feelin', get it crackin' like acrylic
In the backyard chillin' with ya
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)

[Refrain: Smino]
You said you don't smoke
You said you don't smoke, but you gon' try with me (Try)
Don't you dare get paranoid, girl
I'm hot on asteroid, plus I keep that nine on me (Don't try)

[Outro: Smino]
Shit
N***as puttin' fades on the beat and I ain't done, you feel?
Aight, bro, let this bitch ride for like a minute, yeah
My n***a Kal, my country cousin
Northside Saint Louis shit
All the way down in Dallas, that’s how we doin' shit, you feel?
And on my mama, my mama told me I'm that n***a, so fuck what y'all say
N***a came a long motherfucking way
Castro Drive, you feel me?
Bermuda Road, all that shit
Northside Saint Louis, right there off 75th
Shit, I made like 70k off the festival, you know I'm sayin'?
So every time I see the number 70 I just feel blessed, you feel me?
I might even get a…