Who gets high in this bitch is you really on    its some grapes that you smokin what you really on   Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron and i aint even ate   They say fab when you started smokin    get out my business cousin i was born and raised in Oakland   My daddy's from the north kept me on to   If you from the north and you was smokin you was on too   im feeling great im feelin fine   My og homie he just broke down a line (he's playin with his nose)    So what grow up little nigga   thats grown man shit you still throw up on yo liquor   I aint encouraging yall to be stoners   but this song right here is for the oners   a nigga hate choke him out like homer   drama you dont want it my mama put that on her         Popped a pill and i got high snort up lines til my brain fry   we blow some doin it hundred always drunk and always blunted   got blunt got weed if you got it blaze it up   gotta puff puff puff on that sticky green stuff   i don't do it for the suckas but i do it for the streets   in the concrete jungle in the belly of the beast   only g call man i live by the mall    man haters gonna hate cause they doin they job   over dose the boy don't learn take a Newport dip it in sherm   posted all day right here where the thugs be    crush up a pill right in my hennesy   speakers bumpin cant hear my phone    if anybody asks tell em turf on         my Thizz face on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the mornin   stoned in the mud give me henny or the remmy    i hit the liquor store and i don't spend a penny   get it inme they hear me if you near me gather round   im up now and i aint layin down and i aint playin around   cause im super smacked up double tuck if a nigga act up   shimmy shimmy yo shimmy yah shimmy yay   round to a pot thats some wizzle come to day    ima sleep all day all you suckas in the way   see me where they do it at rozz twizzle mayne         Sittin in the trap house waitin on the drop off   your girl in the room givin head shes a jump off   gorrila in the trunk gettin drunk cause im cutthroat   everybody know me got that pure uncut coke   all the hoes choosin im refusin if the dough short   bitch im so on i get gone on a short note   waitin on a g5 pullin on a short port   but i gotta QP chillin in my louis coat   sparkin in the club but i won't sell a damn    but the mother fuckin mob keep it lit we so damn thug   look motha fucker im from cali we the down plugg   look everybody crazy out here but they show us love   everybody on in the bay but they know watsup   ask em who the niggas is everybody know its us    its on like shit aint a mothafucka i could trust   they aint talkin millions mothafuckas better give it up            like my chain and my watch shit i stay on    well that's what you respect nigga my big homie b strong   southeast shit been poppin since the hour   seein stars in the sky like its 4th of july   Been up all night i aint been to sleep yet   couple ounces and a bong layin next to the tek    face drippin sweat like i played in the game   paint drippin wet like its playin in the rain   yeah i do the damn thang but i don't do that   but ima put it in my life no matter where im at   if im ridin in my benz or im ridin in my lac   ima ride to the trap just to get another sack   man i dont know what i burn mo, weed or money   keep it on deck if ya need it from me   we got it fo the low down in san da code   we aint holdin on to shit we lettin everything go