(Intro)

Yuh Yuh yuh

Got a swisher in the stu, ya meen? (FUCKEN DUTCH) Dutch Master I meen (Dumb Motherfucker)

(Verse)

Yo

Problem for 12

Yeah walk in the field

No Glock in my belt

Bars poppin' so well

Like im walkin' on shells

Bet I stumble on my self

Thoughts all up on the shelf

Blunt rollin' on the minimal

Stuck on the gin and the cigarillo smoke

Where'd he go?

Downtown just to get on payroll

Well if you say so

And I never been the type to talk shit and lay low, like

What the

Fuck you

Meen?

Told her

Holl' it

Let me, breath!

What is a budget if you gotta P?!

Roll up the nugget start puffin the bleeze

These bitches say fuck it, start fuckin with me

Love isn't cheap

So I front it and leave

Like I'm never coming back

Try to run up on me

Where you be?

Rappin at a grunge level

Comin' from Lacey

Where the blunt match?

Sluts with a blunt wrap

Goons with a gun pack

On the run

With a one way pass on a crooked road with one path

One up with a double dab, and a shroom patch

(Outro)

Biiitch

Fuck you

Yuh

New Wave