[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