[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 (%#@! fire though, why not?)
Feeling lit, feeling right, 2 AM, summer night


[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Righttttttt
Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - mother$#&@ 'em

When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them ^!$$%s rushin'
Jet life - flyin' over everything ^!$$%
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Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - mother$#&@ 'em
When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them ^!$$%s rushin'

Hold ya head boy, hold the pause. Silencer, conceal the noise
Back out, hit these mother$#&@ers with the Holy Force
Kushed God, get ready for the Rapture, ^!$$% smokin' on that masta

Bout to set this (*##$ up in flames and won't remember anything after
I want blood ^!$$%, OJ with the glove on
Mad mother$#&@a like when all the bud gone

Only thing that can fix it is a bad (*##$ with a mouth I can $#&@ 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 $#&@ing with some wildcats
Ant Davis, Gilchrest


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