[Intro: Scrim]
It's that
It’s that
It's that
It's that

[Verse 1: Scrim]
It’s that fucking $carecrow posted on your fucking corner
Kickin' it with them robbers, fucking colder than a tundra
It's a must, I'm stealing buck
.45 in the back of the truck
On my side with the 9 on tuck
On that lonely mystic phonk
Welcome to my torture chamber, this your judgment night
Suckas always know that $licky robs on sight (it's that)
Cigarettes in my ashtray with the blunt lit
Couple junkies looking outside on that dope shit

[Interlude: Chetta]
Like I'm loaded right now

[Verse 2: Chetta]
Ash my joint on this Versace
Could I take your girl, prolly'
When I whip it like hibachi
How I kick it like karate
Don't like nobody beside me
I’m the only one who got me
Let the money be the goddess
Scrim just handed me Neurotin
On this kush plane, I’m the pilot
Off the gaudy, I feel godly
I'm like why not gon’ and try me
You gon' make me catch a- hold up
Grippin' on the shotty
While I'm sippin’ out the styry
I be leanin', tilting sideways
Pardon me, it's just my mind frame