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- 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 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- Ran up on 'em with the terror squad, I swear to God Up north, I'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe 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 I 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, DNS 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 Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking (Lil Remains gon' make a stang) Know we keep the, know we keep the (Lil Remains gon'-) Know we keep the- 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 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-