[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Fat sack in hand, Mac and Dev Back in dreads, stacking bread Kush in the air errywhere I be Word is Doggy Dogg got that 10 a key You can believe what you wanna loc See I'ma pee on the tree when I wanna smoke Underground to the top shelf And I can do it by my goddamn self I put some fire on the tip High when I trip, still fly on a bitch I'ma ease on by Tip top, don't stop, why not, not why See I'ma regulate it Real shit, real niggas, real weed separated And put the match on the tip So quick, so fast like that, you bitch
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Came in this thang, blowing on the strongest Mary Jane Make sure everybody know my name Niggas know we go hard so we young bosses in the game Now I'm getting weed on the plane It's such a shame, your bitch with us Hatin' on me 'cause you probably can't get rich with us Probably run around claim you a real nigga too But I'ma fuck her, never call like real niggas do, ooh No pain, no gain I be on the yacht drunk sipping champagne Partying with Snoop Dogg, smoking propane Screaming rest in peace June Bug with my whole gang Uhh, niggas hate but I just laugh at that A milly first quarter, you ain't half of that Talking trees, we can go pack for pack All day, we just smoke back to back
Compositores: Calvin Cordazor Broadus (Snoop Dogg) (BMI), Cameron Jibril Thomaz (Wiz Khalifa) (BMI), Daz, Priest J Brooks (Soopafly) (ASCAP), Ronald Glenn Everette (Everette Ron) (BMI)Editores: Bike Music (BMI), Bravo and Encore Music (BMI), Music Companion (BMI), Wiz Khalifa Publishing (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #16468767 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM