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[Intro]
Oh, shit
Oh, fuck, ditch the weed, ditch the weed (What?)
It's the fucking cops, man, ditch the fucking weed
Fuck (Smoke it), I got that fucking bag on me, man (What?)
The ounce, dog, I got the fucking bag, dog (Tuck it somewhere)
Where the fuck do I tuck it, my nuts? What the fuck?
Chill, chill, here he comes, hold up
What's up, officer?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, early mornin', cuttin' corners
Rollin' up this marijuana
Stole it straight from California, homie
What do you got on it?
My cup holder filled with Tropicana
Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
In my hand like candid camera
Vibin' to that Country Grammar
Pullin' up to Grandma's
I smell bacon, eggs thats' scrambled
Hoppin' out, then ol' boy ran up
My dog grabbed the MC hammer, blammer, blammer
Make him dance and watch him run up out they sandal
But fuck all that, where's my sandwich?
Let's blaze up and change the channels
Look on TV and I see me
With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
"Wild Boy" video on repeat
Only white boy on BET
EZ Widers, hydroponics, roll one tall as Spike Lee
You ain't never seen a motherfucker do it like me, Kells