I got that dank,
This that pepé le pew, bitch it stank
Hitting harder than a bullet point blank
Got Too much green, thought we opened up a bank
Got more gas than a tank
Aint got shit to do we hanging over Meech
Man we so loud we wake up neighbors on the street
I'll bring the freaks, you bring the drinks, he'll bring the weed
Smoke on that leaf the way Shit hit ain't for the weak
Don't got that Reggie this that ganja what you mean!
Man what's they name? Oh yea Sandra, Monique
I know one of them from Ghana, or Greece
Smell the flowers, tryna get in they boutique
Ain't got shit to do we hanging over Meech
Wassup up niggas, I ain't see my dawgs in weeks
What's the move? Got a couple of that green
Couple grams, bout to put our thought at ease
Don't got synthetic this that Ace f*ck you mean!
Styles P, booming Marley down the street
I brought the girls, you brought the drinks, we got the weed
Pulled in her Jeep, they came In deep, she wanna meet
She loving on Kaze, you know that she a freak
She from the Benghazi, yea came from over seas
My eyes are so glossy, I'm seeing 1-2-3
Hello cute lil shawties, go pass that blunt to me
Just like Nagasaki, she bomb just like a f*ckin nuke
Man we so high we walk the sky just like that nigga Luke
Oh you got baby lungs go take yo ass to middle school
Shot off to outer space we float 'round the f*ckin room
Ain't got shit to do we hanging over Meech
Like a mute, I'm too fried to even speak
Tryna reboot, I can't even feel my feet
Smoke on that leaf the way Shit hit ain't for the weak
Don't got that Bobby this that kush, what you mean?
Pegasus, lettuce shit we passing in between
Sip juice and genesis my mind is on that green
Aye what the move? Tryna do it all next week