[Hook]
Like my weed loud, like my music loud
Neighbors screaming out the window, you should turn it down
All the bitches loud, all my homies loud
Hit the stage with a blunt, and pass it to the crowd
Like my music loud, like my weed loud
Neighbors screaming out the window, you should turn it down
All the bitches loud, all my homies loud
Hit the stage with a blunt, and pass it to the crowd

[Verse 1]
Got em' like wow, what the fuck you smoking?
This that loud that got me singing like I'm Frank Ocean
We burning pot, like the stove does
Going ham for this bread, that's a cold cut
Hit her with them twelve inches, that's a cold cut
OK, I exaggerated, but not by that much
OK, now back to the basics
Loud, got the crowd going ape shit
Blueberry Yum Yum, I can taste it
I'm so damn high, it don't make sense

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[Verse 2]
I, hit the booth all solo
Kill the track, then I'm bout to kill four more
You, you smoking on that mid though
Me, I'm smoking on that oh no
If you hit it one time, then your out cold
This shit will make you fall like a domino
If you talking bout who? Then you gotta show
? hearing Terry Farran, hear they gotta go
Yeah, show time put the lights on me
I'm live anywhere, like the mic's on me
Get it right homie, or you're left or killed
Flu in the booth, cause on the mic I'm ill
Feeling myself, I don't need a pill
It's been a good year, and you know I will
Murder any M.C. that think he ill
Let him try, it don't matter if you got a deal
OK, now roll one, light one
OK, now roll one, light one
I'm extra stupid twisted, still I'm all about my business
OK, now roll one, light one
OK, now roll one, light one
I'm feeling extra right, got the crowd getting hyped
OK, now roll one, light one
OK, now roll one, light one
I'm ultra stupid twisted, still I'm all about my business
OK, now roll one, light one
OK, now roll one, light one
I'm feeling extra right, got the crowd getting hyped
Marijuana is medicine, competitors never win
This blunt don't never end, the shade gang, they better than?
Never that, let em' in
Let em' chat, let em' grin
It's evident we evidence to some different next level shit
You put your foot up on the pedal, never pedaled it
We would never settle, see we on some space shuttle shit
Shit, my bitch keep another bitch
Shit, I get the chills and then I double dip

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