[Chorus: saive]

All of my bruddas, they smokin' on Ganja, yeah

Yeah, they roll like that weed

I get that high and I feel like a Bee

Run up on me, you get put on a T

I got a scope, ACOG

We finna make you bleed, yeah

We gon' put you on a T, yeah

I got to trap out that spot

My brudda sippin' on wock

Run up on me, you get knocked

My brudda walkin' with chops, ayy

All my niggas, yeah they in the A

I'm in a jet, and we go to L.A

We finna put that boy in his place

You know my chop gon' spray

[Verse 1: saive]

I got that bag like an athlete

Run up on me, you get put in this pack

I got that chopper, boy, I cannot lack

We finna leave that boy in the past

Shotout to Kobe, I'm smokin' on thrax

Got a big bag

Run up on me, you get put in the past

Got jet lag, yeah

All my niggas, they keepin' a weapon

Run in your house, I'm a felon

My nigga chill in the west end

No, I can't go back to that flow

He finna cry, that boy is a hoe

I do not fish, but I got a pole

[Verse 2: manimolly]

Walk in that bitch with a pole

Bad bitch gave me throat

Make him spiritual bitch, no soul

Give him fentanyl, he on the floor

Tell that bitch, let me drive the boat

Won't fuck that hoe like no

I got cars, expensive clothes

Bought my bitch Versace Rolls

Broke bitch, probably need a loan

Tell that bitch, leave me alone

Bad lil' hoe know all my songs

Feel like Saive gas through the bone

Don't want her, just tryna bone her

She say my name, don't know her

Got a bone to pick, she play with my boner

[Verse 3: manimolly]

She got a bone to pick

All of my brothers, they smokin' on ganja, yeah

They roll like that weed

Fuck that hoe and I put her to sleep

Yo, bitch, she ate the meat

Sellin' packs from A to Z

Out through the land

Not, blue got see-through lens

She wan' fuck hoe, it depends

Lil' bitch, pull up your pants

Bitch, give me brain

Won't cuff that hoe, no ring

In the mosh pit, riotin

She want' fuck like ok then

She won't fuck cause my cadence

Don't want her, she a knat

I'm with Saive, we smoke on gas

Yeah, my bitch, she so bad

[Chorus: saive & manimolly]

All of my bruddas, they smokin' on Ganja, yeah

Yeah, they roll like that weed

I get that high and I feel like a Bee

Run up on me, you get put on a T

I got a scope, ACOG

We finna make you bleed, yeah

We gon' put you on a T, yeah

I got to trap out that spot

My brudda sippin' on wock

Run up on me, you get knocked

My brudda walkin' with chops, ayy

All my niggas, yeah they in the A

I'm in a jet, and we go to L.A

We finna put that boy in his place

You know my chop gon' spray