作词 : Herbert R Wright
 作曲 : Deandre Woods/Anthony Beecham
(Uh hey Ain't no weed rolled up over there?)
(One more time, ain't no weed rolled up back there?)
(****, hand me that cup, uh yeah)
My lil *****s itching he gon take on all missions
Better not play the field shit I'm gon have my dog sick em
Shoot it out with the whole city, all 50s all glizzies
Pop out wearing black masks we know most of yall witnesses
War between some young *****s likely to involve b*****s
Next thing got a wall for the deceased, room full of all pictures
FEDS wanna catch a shit bad know they all wishing
I'm getting rich so suck a shit I know that yall listening
Chains on me all glistening, blur a b***h vision
Difference is you in that 560, I'm balling out
But just like John Maranch you didn't pick me
b***h grizzly, thought I lost it but I really didn't
Big frisbee, started on the block but I'm worldwide
***** I been trending before verified
When I saw a murder I wasn't terrified
Stuck up in this shit like I'm paralyzed
Gangsters gon unite one day our day arrives
Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive
Movin like the man cuz I got bread now
I can't let the fame get to my head now
Thousand dollar cash mil scullys on my head now
But b*****s I was thugging with, gettin money with, they dead now
Paining me, keep flames with me, shit black out, just see red I
Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said
I be tryna slow up like Herbo, shit use your head
Got a bodyguard but shit be really dependent on that lead
***** not no reptile nothing but tears and bloodshe
***** not erectile but I keep one up in the head
*****s ****ed up in the head, you get one up in ya head
Feel like I'm one up in my head, b*****s like what's up in ya head
Oh that's just tough luck cuz he scared b*****s gettin tucked up in they bed
Oh you a killa? Why you ain't slayed? What's them face tats and them dreads
You a shit boy, go on hits but you keep missing
You a rookie or hollows poppin through your skin like some cooking oil
He ain't really with the sin, he a shit boy
Go on let the smokers in we been lookin for us