don’t think it’s the weed That’s got me put to sleep It’s your grimy ass lyrics man bitch brush yo teeth I don’t even know how y’all don’t know who got the flow and got the dough so if you wanna see some mo just wake me up bitch here I go I precede Kinny B and he see me Cuz he know I’m an MC with all this green So when I go hulkin out then you know it’s meant to be We can’t avenge the game man we kept it on its feet Ride around top down “wannabe” shakin the car Runnin through your town first will Kinny B go too far? We called a draw for now cuz we know we go bar for bar and with this picture we painting, we gettin drunk off our art Had a bitch the other day huggin all on my arm She asked me where the fuck I bin at cuz these wrappers are garb I told her I could pick em up and get em out the yard Then she backed that fuckin dump truck up I’m bout to discard I ain’t playing Y’all act like I ain’t climb the Himalayans Just cuz y’all can’t comprehend what I’m saying Im bout to put one in your head like you’re prayin Im happy to load up the shotty One shot your body that’s the killjoy special Owning this shit is simply a hobby Don’t need the lobby I live at the top Top of the morning I’m getting top in the morning Heard you got popped in the morning and now nobody’s mourning If you thought I was dormant well then you got misinformed but now you’ll just miss the storm cuz your casket’s closed door It must be the ganja that made me wanna revive MC kinny B Like your girl we are tight and he spits and his words are a sight to see Let’s let them see