[Verse 1: JB]

Short motherfucker with the Lu man

Might be too much

Got 4 or 5 homies yelling ooo man

Wheres the new stuff

Got 45 tracks in the stu, damn

Never too much

Always pull up to the scene with like 2 grams

Now that's 2 blunts

Damn, blunts in the dark, we gon smoke

I got wraps on some wraps, bruh, you don't even know

2 bitches hit me up saying, Joe, smoke us up

So they slid

Cut the lights

We gon show em how it's done

Yeah

Fill the solo cup like it's ghetto

Chillen in the grove motherfucker feeling mellow

Travel round the globe when its intercontinental

Have another O when you travel down your mental

Everybody barks, Ima throw em in the kennel

Big mouth bitches, they be building up an echo

This is part 1 for the homie and his demo

With the memoman

But y'all don't really get the memo

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[Verse 2: Jay-O]

Joey rolled another blunt it's time to smoke this in the dark

Yeah you caught me telling stories on this beat man this is art

Understand I have to spazz on this it's coming from my heart

Making sounds to grit my teeth so I can sound like I am hard

YEAH

Your girlfriend is sexy her knees on my rug

She do what she's doing she's good with her tounge

In life you start slow but we've only begun

The party just started its time to have fun

Check

Let me get another bottle

Got a bad bitch

She a ten she could be a model

I need a blunt rolllleeeddd like pronto

Got a 5am flight leaving to Toronto

Only fly coach right now because I'm broke

The sun just went down so I think we should smoke

Pass me the lighter I'm packing the bowl

You're next in rotation so it's time to go

Take that hit straight to the face

Smoking some fire you questioning if it is laced

Difference between us is I win the race

Me and my team Line us up with the greats

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[Verse 3: Student 1]

Imma ride about it audio eradicating

At a rate at which I'm radically dumping out my data

Blunted and I'm bout to roll a second in a second

With my homies after I put in the rhythm in my chatter

Chat about it all you want it really doesn't matter

Split them enemies up like a philly on a platter

Plotting in the rap, a nigga dope, a nigga lit

A nigga negating all debauchery

Stu bout to dig a pit

For the epitome of all the petty

Ay

Paranoia part of my approach

Ay

Riding round the block getting feddy

Ay

Drive slow throwing out the roach

Ay

Ye bumping out the whip

Blunt 3 on the trip

Cahill still looking like the hottest

So I'm on Babcock babbling the oddest

Set of my limericks still staying modest

I'm a...

Valley walking

Violent verbal

Having motherfucker

Never known to take an L

We save that for them other suckers

Where they at

Claim your title

Know knowing yourself is vital

We say king and y'all say pawn

Y'all stay here while we stay gone

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[Verse 4: Slim Flik]

The grove is on the map, now everybody stop and listen

If the beat is Michael Jordan bitch I'm Scottie Pippen

If you don't bump memoman you don't know what the fuck your missing

Slide this tape up in your deck and bump our music out the system

Smokin blunts in the dark nocturnal

Verbal referral baby no rehearsal

This the good life, tony Bennett

Gang of lieutenants with the Lu that's the Colonel

Thick Rich wish he was here tho

We'd be at sleepy hallow shootin free throws

Picture this

At the moffin Rollin up a spliff

Reminisce about the homie that I truly miss

Putin dreams in motion yeah the goals are right in sight boy

Coines is mixing up the potion

Till its sounding tight boy

Joe Jake Codes and Dre be living up to the hype boi

This the track that gave you back some part of your life boi

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[Verse 5: Sketchy Pete]

Bouta go get it go n all in on it with the squad

I'm waiting on the honey with the physique and body

If I die they'll tie it to the illuminati

Got Flows leave you shit piss in the potty

Ayye we keep the beat with us

We gon win this

Fakes hate n in minutes they mimic the gimics

I go with

All y'all dime a dozen

Cousin slow wits couldn't take a whiff

Let alone even hit that shit

Shine

I'll illuminate the black in the back of your mental

On a night you feel a lil too sentimental

Been ultimately at it with a pad and a pencil

Hoe looking like the way I'm using my utensil

Lines with the left that to you would be illegible

To me they impeccable

Flow so sick leave you susceptible

To the sickness it's the sickest

I dodge like Ali then stick em' with a quick fist

I don't bite dog I kill this

Lu told me to kill it

Now my hand just above the kill switch

Gimme the beat I'll dismantle

Obvi I can handle it

Lighting up a candlestick

Lines so fast making you look inanimate

Inadequate

Blowing out the candle quick

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[Verse 6: Coines]

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[Verse 7: Andrei Alexander]

Oh you never heard a me well now you bout find out

You talking drunk like wow walk the line now

Go so hard and I'm workin for respect

Still on the same when I get my first check

When I get that milli I will know that I am blessed

They will all remember when I said I was best

I been working overtime I think I need some rest

I been tryna chase money like I'm on a quest

Any bitches tryna come thru

What you on thooo

I Get the baddest pass the rest off like I'm rondo

Ain nobody to be able to spit it like me

Tryna be me but Can I see some I.D

Can't open the door ain't never getting my key

This girl ain't bad she never getting my D

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[Verse 8: Codes]

Hi there

You like it if I stare

Put it a 3.1

Oh fuck it's a pie there

Can't stain me you know that my eyes there

Even if you try to shake it the flow is so damn rare

You can go ahead and judge it you know that I don't care

Bare skin touching lips the company so there

Longated, frustrated

You never could go there

I have slept on all the races I feel like a damn hair

The tortuous is fucking pacing

You basics can't compare

Chris brown got these girls on the wall for a hair

Vibing way far out like my name was Rick flare

Bad bitch take pics, hit licks, don't care

Take a double shot for me you can catch a double dare

Slim thick, look cute

Prolly shout out all the pears

Words slick switch flip

Blare witch, witch blare

Bluegrass, Got gas

The color's Kentucky blue

With that gas, there's a couple things that I am gonna do

Call my dudes, dim the lights, catch a vibe, what it do?

Roll em up, smoke em down, making classics with the crew

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