I’m chilling in the cut with my brother Cool smooth like cocoa butter. (oh god) Boss feng shui, other other I’m gone. Leave the homeys alone I ain’t gon’ answer my phone. (nah) Nuh uh, because I’m up in zones and interstates Rarely piping, usually papes, usually a blunt Don’t front, don’t waste Trap up the smoke up -no escape. Blow it in my face Imma catch that case. Shit is safe. It’s never laced Paranoia never phases, just the moon and the tide and the waves Hakuna matata, no chromo. I’m crazy like K-Ci and Jojo No rasta, but ganja I will blow And I fuck with niggas who still grow (still grow) I don’t want it with them roaches and rats. (nah) I’m coming for them like Jeter at bat, for real No piff, just killa kush and afghani. (whoa) Got that Boody blowing circles all around me. (whoa) Please, no jack herer in that philly. (wow) No sativa, no maui waui, nigga. (wow wow) Take a drift in the Audi, yo It’s cool cuz my kush pack loudly. (yuh) I’m sorry i’m not sorry i’m gonna hotbox it til it’s cloudy Watch
[Chorus: Le1f]
Tha whip moves slow, so you know Roll the windows down real slow (Ohh!) It just hit me.... We doin’ 100 in the 65 Wildin. The homey stunt driving Red and white lights passing by in my eyes, man We lucky to be the livest Floating in the sky while we flying in the ride
[Verse 2: Haleek Maul]
I swear, I drink too much, to think too much To drink some more, then sip some more Puff it off just forget the whore Forget the law, windows up Now hit that joint, then get to work They want ya boy start slipping up Stead I blister cunts and I kill 'em all Eagle eye, never miss the mark When the whip move slow better start to squawk Duck nigga 'fore it get dark nigga Haze turn your park to a fucking marsh nigga Don't want nobody heart I'm just tryna mosh bitches Too many problems, why you tryna solve 'em Sweet like sugar I'm just trying to dissolve you Demons at my bedside tryna whistle When my head is in a place that feel too mellow They never want to let go, they never let you settle So I pack that dish and rip shit on some velcro Give a fuck, hell no Spit lava boy, hellhole Do this till they off me and my casket close Cause I know they're praying for my casket closed But fuck 'em all my hearse sitting on 24s So hit that herb, let it ride I'm the prince of darkness let me turn your day to night Shit, bounce
[Chorus: Le1f]
Tha whip moves slow, so you know Roll the windows down real slow (Ohh!) It just hit me.... We doin’ 100 in the 65 Wildin. The homey stunt driving Red and white lights passing by in my eyes, man We lucky to be the livest Floating in the sky while we flying in the ride (chyea)