[Verse 1: Killnixon]

I'm all about my weed and my money

Any nigga trynna take from it, getting head hunted

Always wavy staying blunted while these lames staying dry, saying nothin'

I guess they quiet storms stuck inside of fuckin' summer

While my style get they bitches wet like tsunamis, in a hummer

I got some grass types that'll stun ya if you stuntin'

I ain't even frontin', this is top shelf, purple make my cup melt

I don't even try to act cool

While her boyfriend was that nigga bitin' styles in high school

Never smoked, now she burn a couple pounds in my room

Waking up like she fucked a typhoon

I'm a tycoon, and my niggas are goons

Fuck with family or the hustles they won't hesitate to shoot

Trill Navy attitude, fuck you, nigga, swag

[Verse 2: Token A$h]

Trill clique with a hit list here to dismiss any whack emcee spittin' with a limp wrist

I attack with a mic hidden in a clenched fist with the swag of a pipe, better know my shit hits

On my crook grind using you as two ply, puff fly as I ride, activate my third eye

Fuck what you heard, I'm dope, it's a crime being on your iPod with the coke in these lines

Back to the grind, flash 'em the steel, get passed what is mine

And I don't need a deal for the fact that you're blind, on that ignorant bitch shit, swindled by business

Stay lifted, fakes peelin' off their face get scraped by Grizzly Grip

Fuckin' with a power level over nine thou-, bow down to the top of the dividend, green straight militant

Clean cut in the cut rollin' doobies up, bad bitch in the back snortin' Cuban dust

Stick Shiftin', I don't think we're movin', bruh, six shots in, better pack your Uzi, bruh

Still movin' up, killed another bowl of ramen, still startin' from the bottom, need another pen to rotten what you pushin', bruh

Keep losin' touch, whack rappers can't fathom me

One whiff of my shit'll get your writtens ripped quick, insanity

Bout it, bout it since Master P, hot enough to strike a match stick twice

Like a creackhead's pipe, ain't nobody passin' me, too high on another fuckin' galaxy

If you mad then you care, rise up if you gotta but you better be prepared for catastrophe