[intro]

BIRDS CHIRPING -

{background voices}

Ayt let's get these intro sounds in here
Like uhh.. the eucalyptus
You know, what can we run with eucalyptus
So skip this

Shaggy Zoinks
Bro Shaggy is the most powerful being in the universe

In the wind
Does that sound like a Travis Scott song?
It’s lit!
Oh

Yuh
Add-libs, Add-libs, Add-libs
My cat do a backflip
The catnip she gone crazy huh?
Ay

(verse 1)
Keep it real
Ain't keep it reeled
Got this deal
But i gotta keep it sealed
Make her kneel
Get her where she feel

Blew it back
Track through the hill with the heels
Peep through the crack of the Chat, huh
Need to make a stack
Shit is whack, huh
But i gotta get my weed back, huh

My four a.m. snack when she lackin'
Get the bong out & we get to packin’
Roll the weed up & we get to trappin'
Hit her from the back & you will get to clappin'

Like applause
She got played then she paused -
AH, was a good cause
The Santa Claus
The Santa Paws -

"Gibberish"
Let's get right into the news!

(verse 2)

Ay, yuh
Let's get into the news
I put my hand around her throat that shit was tight like a noose, uh
Smokin' on that gas
These n***as fuckin' confused
Uhh, i'm up in your "Nous"
’why you have to be mad?’
I'm throwing the deuce

When i’m leaving
Shit like a victory, 'it's only game'

N***as talkin’ shit to me
Talkin' all that trash turned you into history

"Peter Piper picked a peck of my dick"

Yo, beam me up Scotty
I got this plant, man
There's this green crack, man
- Yo Kirk get the fuck out -
Took a little whiff of it & it's got me feeling mellow, ah shit, man
(verse 3)

I got the plug ringin' my line
Pick-up, like hello?
Price 3's on gram, he tryna play me like a cello
I smoke the indi, now i'm feelin' like i'm jello
I'm bait in public so i gotta keep my head low
I took the blunt out now n***as actin' like my friends, though
I only smoke with n***as ridin' 'till the end, though
So when i spark my blunt up with my bros that bitch extend-o

{ROLL THE WEED UP} x 19

(verse 4)

Buy low
Sell high
Move dope
Sell highs
Blue water, blue skies
Blue boat, sales high
Sails high, yuh

(verse 4.10)

Gassed up
Guess that's why they call me diesels
I got goosebumps, shit looked like i got the measles
Boron rings with the bros that call me Smeagol, uh
Got me higher than her fuckin' ego
Ship the ways-out like there's an eagle

Freeable, these n***as' weed
N***as lookin' feeble
Like Meek-Mill, ay

(verse 4.20)

N***as got no cents
Like loose change
Who's chains?
Two is change

Rappin' on the beat
Hoppin' on the 'feat.'
& we undefeated
Under-needed
Yo bitch be my meat
& suck my seed
Swallowin' my kids
It's like a day-care
With a day fare
Buy that shit online that shit like Wayfair
Uh, where the justice n***a, yuh this shit is just too way fair
Uh, n***a