[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
I done popped way too many, boy
I done smoked way too many, boy
Boy, I'm so lit
I don't need no more Henny, boy
Shots, had way too many, boy
Boy, I'm so lit
Oo, oo, oo, I'm so lit
Oo, oo, oo, I'm so lit

[Verse 1: Mista F.A.B.]
Boy, what kind of weed is this?
Only hit it one time, why I'm feeling like this?
Got a n***a feeling like I got laced or something
I'm scared if I took it to the face or something
Berner got me on exotic
Man this shit [?] chronic
[?] excuse me
This shit got me higher than Bobby and Whitney
Never know what I'm smoking
[?]
UIn the middle of nowhere, let me get that up off ya
Damb F.A.B., I ain't know you was back blowing
Let's keep it that way, still not knowing
[?], let me chief on something
You don't know me, don't speak on nothing
I'm Missy on your missy, get your freak on
[?]
[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
I done popped way too many, boy
I done smoked way too many, boy
Boy, I'm so lit
I don't need no more Henny, boy
Shots, had way too many, boy
Boy, I'm so lit
Oo, oo, oo, I'm so lit
Oo, oo, oo, I'm so lit

[Verse 2: Berner]
F.A.B., you look way too loaded
Come on, let your boy Bern role it
And I ain't even know you was back to smoking
Imma have to tap in everytime I'm in Oaclend
This ain't regular weed
It's gon have you real high, and ready to eat
They call this shit Biscati
Have you feeling all crazy, out your body
Like you feeling yourself, in the club
Young Bern, I'm the king when it comes to bud
My new nickname is [?]
I can get it to your doorstep, way out there
This the Bay erea, yeah we keep that thing
When I role in my Benz, they scream my name
Dope man, dope man, yeah I got it
Two zips, twenty stacks in my pocket
It's Bern
[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
I done popped way too many, boy
I done smoked way too many, boy
Boy, I'm so lit
I don't need no more Henny, boy
Shots, had way too many, boy
Boy, I'm so lit
Oo, oo, oo, I'm so lit
Oo, oo, oo, I'm so lit