[Intro:]
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up - take a hit
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up - take a hit
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up - take a hit (Shit fire though, why not?)
Feeling lit, feeling right, 2 AM, summer night
[Verse: Smoke DZA]
Righttttttt
Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - motherf*ck 'em
When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them niggas rushin'
Jet life - flyin' over everything nigga
Righttttt
Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - motherf*ck 'em
When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them niggas rushin'
Hold ya head boy, hold the pause. Silencer, conceal the noise
Back out, hit these motherf*ckers with the Holy Force
Kushed God, get ready for the Rapture, nigga smokin' on that masta
Bout to set this bitch up in flames and won't remember anything after
I want blood nigga, OJ with the glove on
Mad motherf*cka like when all the bud gone
Only thing that can fix it is a bad bitch with a mouth I can f*ck on
Let's get our buzz on
Sip 'till the mug gone
Ya' man tryna cop, I got the plug for him
Or make sure the paper right, or get left
And know that you f*cking with some wildcats
Ant Davis, Gilchrest
Rightttttttt