To my niggas, how you feel? Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
'Cause it's a hot day around our, our way
We got the pistols around our, our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
'Cause my nigga, style, he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean, killa? I mean that bee
Those ganja trees, those cut up leaves
Please, can I get a puff? What?
Please, can I cut her up? What?
With my wiatch, pretend that I am riach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat?
You can go down, you can go down, go down
You can go down, girl, I was just playing around
Now, back to my focus, y'all gonna be my soldiers
And I'm gonna be the bank broker, what?