Intro (Dewey Cox & Sam):
(What are y'all doin' in here?
We're smoking reefer and you don't want no part of this shit
You're smoking reefers?
Yeah, 'course we are; can't you smell it?
No, Sam. I can't
Come on, Dewey! Join the party!
No, Dewey, you don't want this. Get outta here!
You know what, I don't want no hangover. I can't get no hangover
It doesn't give you a hangover!
Wha-I get addicted to it or something?
It's not habit-forming!
Oh, okay... well, I don't know... I don't want to overdose on it
You can't OD on it!
It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?
It makes sex еven better!
Sounds kind of еxpensive
It's the cheapest drug there is)
(Aye, what, yea)
(Yes, it's in my bag)
(Yea we hail from Raq)
Bitch huh
(We don't pay for that)
Go ahead and tell 'em Deazy
(Keep it in the back) What?
Chrous:
Yea, got gas? Yes it's in my bag
What? That's fact (huh) yea we hail from Raq (huh)
Big, big stacks (yea) we don't pay for that (what)
2-2-3, keep it in the back (pop, pop, pop)
Verse 1:
I got a bad bitch, her name is RiRi (yea)
Just like DaBaby, I ain't a pee wee (ok)
What is the number, it's 2-2-3 (droptop)
Alien laser gun with a big beam
What is up on your wrist, that's an AP
Freaky bitch, lil bitch rocking with me
Black Ice is skirting, I'm in the backseat (what)
My whip is push start, I don't have the keys
Crack, crack, popping the seal
Hunnit mill inna case, yea, that's a deal (pop pop)
Choppa get popping, yea, pop like a pill (pop pop)
I gotta house, yea, it's up on the hill (what)
Rolling a blunt, so grab the wheel
Put it on RAQ, now that's for real (yea)
45 clip, go off the rip
I put my gun by my dick (huh)
I hit a lick, all new shit
Smoking a blunt while I'm swerving the whip (bitch)
Run in your house and I'm taking your shit
(Bop, bop, bop) yea I empty the clip (what)
Imma playboy, so I guess I die lit
Lost in the sauce, you better find it
This shit is hard, so I had to buy it
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Chrous:
Yea, got gas? Yes it's in my bag
What? That's fact (huh) yea we hail from Raq (oh yea)
Big, big stacks (oh yea) we don't pay for that (oh yea)
2-2-3 (oh yea) keep it in the back
Verse 2:
(4 Time!) Put up the 4's like Stunna (ok)
Feeling like Carti, the choppa right under (what what)
Call up the jits, you know they all gunners (yea)
How do you feel? OK like Thunder (yea)
I feel like Uzi when wearing the Gucci
But I feel real gucci when wearing the Louis (bitch bitch)
Double C thicc, I'm in love with the booty
Shawty a freak, she wanna make a movie (yea)
Nah, it's a flick, lit like a Bic
Grabbing the Kodak, yea, take me a pic (ok)
I need some paper, I feel like the shit
The opps pulled up, so I gotta split
Toting these guns, I feel like John Wick
Clips full of hollows, now ain't that a bitch (pop pop)
How I come on this shit and I'm just killing
I trap up the road, bitch, I am drug dealing (yea yea)
I'm smoking on gas, I'm high as the ceiling (ok)
I gotta ask, yea, how is you feeling?
Tony the Tiger, like bitch, I feel great! (great!)
Tony the Tiger, I'm all in her flakes
Smoking this gas, I never heard brakes (oh no)
Dubs on the Cad, you know they gon skate (ok)
I got two Richards, I still come in late
You cannot go in, you just gotta wait (what)
Outro:
Yea, got gas? Yes it's in my bag
What? That's fact (huh) yea we hail from Raq (oh yea)
Big, big stacks (oh yea) we don't pay for that (oh yea)
2-2-3 (oh yea) keep it in the back
