[Chorus: Project Pat]

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—

[Verse 1: Papa Pine]

Bitch, I feel like tungsten, lungs itch from crumbling piff

A dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips

I summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell, yeah

I got fungus growing in my stomach because I'm chugging wishes from the wishing well

Watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams

You will never perfect them

Smoking weed while I'm textin' affections to your ho named Alexis

Added her to my collection, told her, "Pull up to the 7th"

I got one zip of that dumb shit, but no protection

Now the blunt's lit, she's a punk bitch to my recollection

Pussy like a dungeon, got me mumbling

Now I'm flexing at the function, G*59 we run shit

[Chorus: Project Pat & Germ]

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking (So you know-, wha'?)

Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the— (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Germ]

Ran up on 'em with the terror squad, I swear to God

Up north, I'm off the snow with a bad lil' ho

My woes with me on that Rambo flow

Kick down the door, we don't knock, we send shots

Touchdown, I got the pack

Roll that, sit back, no lack, trusty burner relax on my lap

I got yo' bitch on my dick, Audemars wrist so slick

Drippin' all wet on my shit, wish a nigga would come claim his bitch, I got flame for that shit

Respect ain't shit, y'all niggas ain't shit, this shit is sickening

Never stopping, DN$ the limitless, runnin', rulin', I need infinite

Aw shit, roll my dope, bang hoes with my bros

Roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke

[Chorus: Project Pat & Lil Remains]

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking

(Cutthroat, Cutthroat, Cutthroat, Lil Remains gon' make a stain)

Know we keep the, know we keep the (Lil Remains gon'—)

Know we keep the—

[Verse 3: Lil Remains]

Seven grams in the Raw Cone

Fuckboy, it's my dick, you can jump off

Oh lord, just popped me a xan bar

Hold court when I ride with the pistol grip

Talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average

Bet Sensei one stack if he smashed it

Woke up in the AM, I heard that he passed it

Migo and Meth and Lil Germ hit her backwards, dat way

Northside Shawty got the forty with the gaudy

Purgatory where I reside, east side of Highway 59

Westside, that M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter I-P-P-I

We don't see time, we don't decline, but we, but we stay high

Shadows under them street lights, keep hoes out of my sight

Germ said he got that potent, Ruby told Meth to roll it

[Outro: Lil Remains & Project Pat]

Know we keep the best of green, so you know I'm smokin'

Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—