yo devin
what up god?
it's the big mac
yeah
i got this new shit right here man
you might wanna hit this
trip
mmm
you can put it in a zag
i'ma put it in a blunt
you can sit in the back
i'ma sit in the front
no stunt
no punk
it really don't matter cause i got what they want
they say all day we play and blow
see this is the only thing we know
i blow kush again
on the push again
with a bad lil' cute lil' mexican
uhh
zig-zag how i roll mine
you could tell i be a g how i hold mine
i ain't into loanin shit
i'ma own mine
bitch fuck with me
stumble on a gold mine
break bread or fake dead
punk bitch this is real life
executive branch
what it feel like?
catch me if you can
i'm your local kush man
sittin in the stands with a hundred grams in my hand
and i blow
so much smoke
pure og
hit it once might choke
see i'ma go kick it with a beitch i could poke
and you could ride too
high school
take a toke
uhh
no stems
no seeds
mac gave me all the class that a nigga need
just taught my old bitch how to roll weed
and the nigga ridin with me gettin high with me
square as a reverend to my young nigga devin
got to hangin out with mac and now we 24/7
on the go smokin 'dro
deep on the westside
bangin where his hood at; yup
you got to love that
yup
i love that - niggaz used to offer but i wouldn't
now i'm all askin where the bud at?"