We cook in a lab like we Morty and Ricky i shoot in your face with a mothafucking blicky i’m smoking a joint i feel mothafucking trippie we sneak in your house like a mouse like we mickey We smoke a Blunt we go crazy we drinking some lean i feel lazy I’m Grabbing strap and my Nike Fenny pack i’m spitting some lines bout life in this rap and those bars that you hear in your ear are some facts if you got a big mouth then i’m grabbing my Mac I’m spitting my verse on this mothafucking beat me and my cousin we smoking some weed we dropping that body in the mothafucking sea of you hating on me i will knock out your teeth Why are you going so fast when you can sit and relax Why did you treat me like trash now i’m rich and i can sit on my ass I don’t rap about guns i’m rapping for fun we smoking a joint we smoking a Blunt i’m going grazy your homies are dumb if you come with knife i’m dropping a bomb If you fuck with my boys you know you gone die i lay on a rock like a mothafucking spy we taking a hit and you know we gone fly i open my eyes and i look to the sky Why don’t you here this rap and this bars i wanted to Belgium but yeah its to far Want to go with the train cause i got no car why you pull up with a strap when i came with a scar