[Intro: Bronson] me, it's me Uh,
[Verse 1: Bronson] I got the big bag of Skittles, Marshawn Lynch No matter what, we far from a bench Never far a stoup, never far from a hallway Never far from a main street, never far from a Uh, we say what the Law say Yeah, I pay the white on a beach Tryin' to reach a higher I know there's out there then just us, right? So when I fuck, I try to a doctor with this left nut Or the world's greatest opera Contribute something to this before I leave it And come back as some other named Steven From New That don't smoke trees; you know that I'm a That's not work; I hope it's just a dream, shit shark on the menu As I embark on this mission, to go cop one-seven-three [???] Five-hundred dimes, bodies by the P-P Six-hundred pounds like peppers in a Z-three I used to ride the on a GT Performer
[Hook: DZA] Back of a GT
[Verse 2: R. Fieldz] I burn wood, can't use no pussy heat to warm my chow Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back fuckin' eyelids If you don't wanna taste my food, I'm fuckin' wild'n I'm tryin' to get to the millions, what you on is childish Big Lebowski with a and a purpose Open it up and stitch it back just a surgeon My plant size and leave you wordless Chain-smokin' like I'm nervous Your is worthless Hottest in the game, I know you heard it But still in the lab on some shit They to label me a drug lord packs in hot summers I put up 'em in hands, now I got a And we made it easy So when I say I did it, these motherfuckers don't believe me I talk shit, but still 'bout that action, like And let 'em do me like they did Nucky Thompson
[Hook: DZA] of a GT Perfomer Uh, smokin' strong marijuana
[Verse 3: Smoke Uh, I'm with the grammar, the Harlem glamour The boys try to slander, I'm hater-proof the banter bag fulls of P's like I'm Santa Green thumb, green like I'm Bruce Banner Keep my close, he a loose cannon I'm duecey slammin' them shots In the spot, 'laxed Ramblin 'Pac The highest breathin', in some Y-3 boots Your whole see-through Keep it a hundred is what you do Shit, I'm godly, On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Crüe Mix the Skittle the Cookie, no [?] Level I'm on, you'll never get here, even with Too sweet in my [?], they think it's They ain't even seen [?] The room Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her like Rowdy Shit, bud got me drowsy
[Hook: Smoke Back of a GT Uh, smokin' some strong Some strong