DJ, what kkind soup u makkin

Yee, ok, uhh, uhh
Im the type of vigilanty who
Straight up won a grammy who
I be o- yoo platoon slo this shit down
Ye, i mean, im down wit this shit, paper

AYY, thass more likke it mayne, uhh, uhh

I said my lung will look, greener likke the jungle book
Greener than the brownie I just ate up, feelin' wonderful
Pompey with the ashes, nero wit the matches
I'm Yokozuna wit the Oreos and Sour Patches
I'm higher than my taxes
Too high to relaxes
Too slow to reactions
My grammar now needs practice
And fukk your big blankkets, bitch I sleep standing
I just smokked about enough weed to fall a sleep and rob his families
Backk in my crib, lookkin' likke a game of fallout
So damn fukkin hungry I could light a whole wall out
And she stumble, roll, bitch I'd even call out
Smokke a fat blunt till my chest start to fall out