[Lyrics]

I shot this dirty green looking nigga. I'm a star. I say hit the corner

Air episode to get a leech of God. I don't smoke on feet, but not to diss the ones unfortunate

If you meet me hook up with me, I smoke you to death. All my niggas own that good dog

If you had to slap your hands, all my niggas own that good dog

If you had to slap your hands, take the trip to Amsterdam, smoke a blow with lady man

Always chief and got a whistle, put a blunt up in my hand

If you find it high, you pickers, you get green at me and you be free

If I let you smoke with me, you lucky, I'm a cheaper real

I don't give a fuck about a bag of tryna smoke my weed

If you got some money, you need to go have only fucking greens, don't play

With the motherfucking fucking dog play

Smoking on some hate, once again, head in the black

Hey, acting likе you ballin' when you only sellin' nicks and dots

Shit, this habit of mine, got mе clickin' when I'm on a grind