(Chorus)

Yea, aye, aye

Tryna fuck wit me, tryna fuck wit peace

Yea you know bitch I be smokin' the weed

Popped three tabs, bitch I can’t even see

Soon the cops come, this shit ain't no 'we’

Popped all the bean (aye), sipped all the lean (yuh)

Then comin' the street up all the fiends

Make all the green, shake all the seeds

Do all the deeds to get myself up on my feet

Yea, aye

(Verse 1)

All the haters come, try get tested

My bars are so sick, your head gets infected

Rap on this shit yea you will get bested

The fiends will steal your shit like the mafakin FEDs did

The feds be testin' when they show up you get infested

I ain't the best kid, In the west mid, popped a cid

Ain't no need to kid, I'm the kid in the bis

I got all the shiz nizz, In the shit bitch

I pull the switch on the shit twist shit

An split this into the best quiz

Don't know what the fuck Is going

On in this shit, this ain't no diss bitch

(Chorus)

Tryna fuck wit me, tryna fuck wit peace

Yea you know bitch I be smokin’ the weed

Popped three tabs, bitch I can’t even see

Soon the cops come, this shit ain't no ’we'

Popped all the bean, sipped all the lean

Then comin' the street up all the fiends

Make all the green, shake all the seeds

Do all the deeds to get myself up on my feet

Yea, aye

(Verse 2)

Dr. teal came thru an he made a deal

Only one ounce under his couch

When I finessed It an ran out the house

An I was never found, took my treasure and

Hid under ground. Crawled down the tunnel

Not makin' any sound, had to crawl out

And plummel my way down, the, town

Sad and lost weed, and stuck wit this frown

Indeed the worst thing I’m even about

This shit make me so mad I just wanna shout

Yea, make a banger album and collect all the clout

People say I can't write, they all up in doubt

Then I show them my skills, they're jaws drop to the ground

Because they realize what I'm actually about

Collectin' clout is, just, what I do, dude

Go ahead and shoo, cos Im finna drink a MTN Dew

And eat all the food, cos I got the munchies dude

(Chorus)

Tryna fuck wit me, tryna fuck wit peace

Yea you know bitch I be smokin' the weed

Popped three tabs, bitch I can't even see

Soon the cops come, this shit ain't no 'we'

Popped all the bean (aye), sipped all the lean (yuh)

Then comin' the street up all the fiends

Make all the green, shake all the seeds

Do all the deeds to get myself up on my feet

Yea, aye