Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, D.J. Drummer! I'm trapped in my mind, I need help, I sit back and recline and inhale, Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell, When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's, Okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit, Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, dip, You hit dip, shit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted, I'm finna hit the ziplick for a ziplock bag, So keep your lips zipped, Shit poppin' like 10 zits, I got the little weed, Or you'll pull it when the pen lit, That's a good drag, He be high afuckin', I'm in it, And that's a good bag, I got it from my Cali plug, And she's a dentist, Backin' up a bag, I roll it, light it, No look pass, That's too gassy, Sulfuric acid, Girl, you nasty, Now the lips of the spliff is like wet as shit from your lipstick, You could just have it, But you still gotta fed it, Still managin' to come up with the magic, In a true fashion jib, Millie rockin' through the madness, Silly cockroach, just don't forget the Glock is closer to me, So when you approach him or greet him, do it with kosher, We could smoke and you can watch me roll it up, Stay away from them niggas, try to sneak Cosby in your cup, Told you one time, I ain't gon' do no molly with you, But you so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your butt, I ain't tryin' to sabotage your killer vibe, I made a joke so I can hide what it is I really feel inside, Baby, you don't mind me, I be wildin' and I'm high, I build my own mind, Light a booger up, Wedgie in the butt, yeah, we pullin' up, My cup runnin' full, but theirs ain't full enough, They bad, but that ain't good enough, They mad, cos they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up, Taraji out in line, givin' cookies up, Pluggin' my supply, need a jumper cable wire, Gon' hook me up, the devil is alive, Who gon' shush me up, I heard he got that vibe, Gon' kush me up, I'm gon' push me up, Mr. How High, that I can kiss the sky, Gon' look me up, She pushin' up abrupt, Like cookies lookin' cushy in the jar, Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow, See police be tryin' to book me cos they put me in cigar, Use a rookie, I'm a boogie for you, put me in the car, I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed cos you see his THC is not correct, I feel he should not collect, Not upset, I ain't trippin', what he pitchin' not his best, Should be glad my hand is whipped around a spliff and not his neck, Yes, this not a boogie, you already know the smell, Not that Cody, I heard that lean is deadly for your health, If you know me, then know that I already got some L's on some OG, So you can smoke that Reggie by yourself, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help, I sit back and recline to inhale, Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell, When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's, Ain't need money more, I pick up flow and sit south, J.I.D. and Joey, they say we the best out, They studyin' the methods, tell them class and sit down, I'm a walkin' legend, walkin' with my chest out, Please bitch, don't you push me cos I'm off the edge dawg, My silence got me politickin' with them hedge dogs, You hooked up on my planets, I'm hooked on this chem dawg, I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald, Look, y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spasmin', Chain too heavy, it's givin' me back spasm, Pardon the sarcasm, inside you saw a pessimum, I rise to beat until I have a bargasm, Pregnant pause, Bitch, I might shoot the club up, I'm way too raw, I'm goin' in without the rubber, I'm smokin' on this fire bat, you got me raisin' hell, While I hold this mag 11, screamin' fuck 12, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help, I sit back and recline and inhale, Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell, When I hit the split, only time we face L's, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help, I sit back and recline and inhale, Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell, When I hit the split, only time we face L's,