[Verse]

It's the subtle flex and know that imma creep right in

Screaming love, peace, and chicken grease, my deep fried friends

I'm on the street until I complete my ends

Can't sleep but fuck it, life is just a dream I'm in

And can't call it, man this weed is anabolic

Got me stalling trying to leave the crib

And I can't find my wallet, them just stoner nigga problems

Man, I manage, although at times outlandish fella

I'm cooling with a bitch from Spanish novellas

Twisting like a propeller

It's Dom's house from in the attic to down in the cellar

I'm brainstorming for the one's who ignored they umbrellas

Let the sky fall cause we already high above it

Ain't no need to check on how I am and how I've been blunted

And I ain't feeling nothing, your rap sheet is all cheats

All heat, blazing a trail, you niggas is frost feet

I'mma be the reason that you shook and you lost sleep

You baby ass niggas still locked in your carseat

I'm slept on like Mark Price

But I'm the voice of the kids like Nancy Cartwright

Come on dog, bark right

You need to get your heart right

Flow down, Act right, fresh beats and a mic

And I'm in that bitch all night

You love life? Well I'm fucking your girl

Before I'm done, I'll pull it out and just bust on the world

Money make the globe spin and I'm in lust with the twirl

This is a gem, my flow covered in pearls

Nigga who selling churros

[Outro]

Caus-, Cause them bitches is fire. (Churros is good). Yeah, and they go good with horchata. Horchata taste good with 'em? Ya know I be on my Spanish shit. My Spanish bitch. Yeah (laughs)

I want some of yo Brown Sugar (x2)

This for the bitches right here. Here look:

I want some of yo Brown Sugar (x2)

Y'all like that? That's my lil Ray J

I want some of yo Brown Sugar

Yeah that was fire right there. I wanna hear that back, lemme hear that back. Let me here just the singing part, that shit sound fire

I want some of yo Brown Sugar (x2)

I stretched that one out

[Skit]

Hey nigga, you did get some more Zig-Zags, didn't you?

Oh shit nigga i forgot

What the fuck you mean you forgot nigga

That’s the whole reason we went up in that motherfucker

My bad man damn i just want some rubbers man you know

I’m just tryna go to Monique’s house tonight

Whatever man, hey man, ya'll wanna hit this shit, homie? we cool

Fuck ya’ll Muslim’s or sumin

No we just don’t do that

Fuck it mo' for me

Tryna be generous to you little nigga’s and look how you do man i dont understand youngsters nowadays boy

A man pass that shit back this way

Fuck you boy you ain’t getting no zig zag

You ain’t getting no drig drag punk

That shit raw nigga, I should be a motherfucking rapper or summin

Yeah right, I'm harder than D.M.C

Man you crazy nigga

I’m more serious than a motherfucker, make a whole album about smoking weed

Nigga ain’t nobody ‘bout to buy no album about smoking weed

If i get some fresh ass beats like this right here boy, we’ll sell millions ,Weed is universal, you name me one great that don’t smoke bud

See, nigga i’ll sell millions i’m telling you, call that mo'fucker the weed album, errybody getting high