[Intro]

You know I got that tegridy pack

You know I got good za

You know I got good mj

You know I got more za than tegridy

(Samhain Boyz, Bitch!)

[Verse 1]

You know my blunt fat like Eric

I'm smoking on yarts like I'm Cartman

Yeah, I'm smoking kush, I need a towel

Yeah, I'm smoking on gas, I know Mackey is disappointed (m'kay)

So high, I'm off that cheese

So high, I'm about to die, but you bastards popped Kenny

But you got you got shit taste, your main is my bottom bitch, she's a crack whore

[Verse 2]

I be cooking like I'm chef on these beats, well my bottom bitch sucks my white chocolate salty balls

Got so much cash, I got a trap in the suburbs and one in the hood

Got the plug on speed dial

Flipping packs like Ike, little homie understood

Big smoke, big racks, got that Cartman belly

I ain't running, but I run the game, stackin' paper like a bank

Yeah, I’m rollin' up that sticky pack, call it Tegridy Haze

Every hit got me lost, like I’m stuck in a maze

Mr. Mackey said it's bad but I’m too faded to care

Blowing O's out the window, leave the smell in the air