[Intro]

Killed the scene yeah

Yeah yeah

Light

Oh nah

[Hook]

Killed the scene yeah, Nigga spleen yeah

I'm addicted to the green like nicotine yeah

Take the clean yeah, remix the clean yeah

She miss them late nights, I miss that mean yeah

I go to work yeah, like a machine yeah

Work through smoke clouds, vacating clean air

Got what you need yeah, for a fee yeah

She do anything yeah, for a G yeah

[Verse 1]

I got rich nigga habits so I gotta work, put my all in this music shit it gotta work

You can barely call my phone and I'm not at work, whole hood eatin' new shit drop bro got it first

That check if I converse, yeah I'm gone need that

Of course I came in strapped but ain't on that bro where that weed at, real nigga I bleed that

Believe that believe it, can't say to much more but you can take that or leave it

She wan go to islands go topless go sleeveless, she wan come back stylin' from shopping at neimans

I wan pull up wildin' getting top in a BM, less its the police then don't stop when you see 'em

White girl like ya pop told her hop in the DM, Black girl in the car drop the top cop a DM

I just pray my opps choppas chop when I see 'em, hungry for that gwuap like a shark when you feed 'em

[Hook]

Killed the scene yeah, Nigga spleen yeah

I'm addicted to the green like nicotine yeah

Take the clean yeah, remix the clean yeah

She miss them late nights, I miss that mean yeah

I go to work yeah, like a machine yeah

Work through smoke clouds, vacating clean air

Got what you need yeah, for a fee yeah

She do anything yeah, for a G yeah

[Verse 2]

I'm from 'round where, it go down yeah

Type of place your momma told you don't go down there, ate of the ground there

Pitched off the mound there, but can't be bound there

Duckin' clowns yeah, duckin' 12 yeah

Since like 12 yeah, or somewhere on that west coast tryn' send like 12 air

Nah I don't live there, just send my mail there

Can't send no trail there, just send them bales

I just might go buy my bitch some, I treat her well

We just on fire like we lit some, hope she can tell

I told her I'm gonna get some, she hope chanel

My old bitch don't hold on chanel bags, she holdin' L's

But, we put points up from that bench bend that scale

We got ninas for the lame, NFL

Pockets full of number greens and that kale

Plus a 4-5 with the beam this shit real

[Hook]

Killed the scene yeah, Nigga spleen yeah

I'm addicted to the green like nicotine yeah

Take the clean yeah, remix the clean yeah

She miss them late nights, I miss that mean yeah

I go to work yeah, like a machine yeah

Work through smoke clouds, vacating clean air

Got what you need yeah, for a fee yeah

She do anything yeah, for a G yeah