[Intro: YN Jay & RMC Mike]
You cannot smoke with me, we don't smoke the same
Keep it on, man
Yeah, what you doin', man?
Keep it on, man (Yep)
Let's get it on, man
Hey
They like, "Aw, man"
Shit
Alright
Hah, okay
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Pulled up with a big bitch like I eat good
I just slid down a nigga block in a Fleetwood
Please throw that weed in the garbage, it got a— alright
Please throw that weed in the garbage, it got a weak pull
I'll park this bitch in your house if— ah
I'll park this bitch in your house if the street full
Flint came to take over the game, we got the key to it
Chartin' higher than your favorite rapper, I'm a street nigga
Ten milli' glued to my hip, I go to sleep with it
I just hopped in my trick bag, this a flea flicker
Spittin' fire in this bitch now, left the beat injured
Pull up in a real racecar with one seat in it
Kinda fucked up, I upped dog, you can keep this one
You cannot smoke with me, we don't smoke the same
Keep it on, man
Yeah, what you doin', man?
Keep it on, man (Yep)
Let's get it on, man
Hey
They like, "Aw, man"
Shit
Alright
Hah, okay
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Pulled up with a big bitch like I eat good
I just slid down a nigga block in a Fleetwood
Please throw that weed in the garbage, it got a— alright
Please throw that weed in the garbage, it got a weak pull
I'll park this bitch in your house if— ah
I'll park this bitch in your house if the street full
Flint came to take over the game, we got the key to it
Chartin' higher than your favorite rapper, I'm a street nigga
Ten milli' glued to my hip, I go to sleep with it
I just hopped in my trick bag, this a flea flicker
Spittin' fire in this bitch now, left the beat injured
Pull up in a real racecar with one seat in it
Kinda fucked up, I upped dog, you can keep this one
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