i be chilling with the homies we be smoking this dank meet outside the park we be eating yo plate we hungry for the money we don’t got no place we stay really cold we stay hot with the paint we got prisoners they trying to escape hop in the whip we going past 8 light this bitch up we smoking all day gotta chase the bag and the miney we take i’m killing these niggas like no mistake if i get w you bitch you gon have a case ima leave you in the dirt ima leave no trace ima fall for my girl like fiddled up bait ima smoke all this weed like it’s getting chased ima hop in the benz like shawty has some cake ima roll this blunt up and leave it for the base