Alba s touto skladbou:
Finally Famous Vol. 3: BIG,
I'm smokin loudly, I woke them all
I pick up that tree, when it’s not far
I'm gone off that tree, when it’s not tall
I'm in love with tree, I’m a avatar
I pick up a o from my n*gga Ralphie
My bro and me but he is not Alfie
Gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy
Roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy
Damn if you ain't know
I make these girls nice smokin paper and bows
My ladies like blunts, hit em twice if not once
Then I blow em off and just pass em to my bro
Now catch me gettin brain if a n*gga not learnin
I be spendin money if a n*gga not earnin
Catch me in the back seat if I’m not stirrin
And I be rollin up if a n*gga not burnin
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
You know a n*gga like to stay up at that
Cruisin altitude up in the sky
Try to f*ck with paper planes but it’s not the same high
Cleveland n*ggas ain't no b*tches we prefer the cigarillo smoke
If you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke
Cuz the shit I blow can be smoked on the next block
Ain't no middle man everything you need is in stock
This glock is all the security I need
I be solo dolo when you see me blowin on some weed
Why speed? No need I be just takin it slow
I be so clean diesel overpowers my cologne
Now all the bad b*tches who blaze are shiftin this way
Y'all just some white doves with these leaves I am the sensei
Now bow to the bag, never save the best for last
When I come around n*ggas know to hurry up and pass
F*ck a dime set lets cop a quarter pound
What the f*ck is you gonna put down
N*gga I got five
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
Hot wired 6'4 hydraulics
Not stolen lost my keys I was high partna
F*ck you want this a raw paper
Not a blunt you must got me mixed up with chip cuz
This spitta zig zag a whole zip up
Shit strong shoulda came with a big pick up
B*tches callin me wanna smoke beggin for me to pick her up
She blow me while I’m blowin rings of that killa
That weed you smokin brown
Fake weed too much makeup clown
Get real smoking green strawberry fields
High standin up feelin like I’m layin down
Couple boojey judies came round
Actin all stuck up
Now they just stuck from smoking with us
How the hallways smellin is my windows open enough
I hear walkie talkies is security comin up?
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Partna, let's go half on a sack
