[Verse 1: Jayes]
Smoking on this sh** got me higher than a b**h
Only do this sh** in hopes that I strike it rich
I'm hungry like I'm Scooby-Do
Girl, what that booty do?
My weed feels like its made of glue
Rolling blunts with the homie Shnewz
Wave Gods be the crew, we hit you with that tidal
Rolling joints up with every page out the bible
Everything I do fire, Satan be my rival
I smoke on this piff, I'm higher than God
I say s** my dick, and you just nod
f** a facade, I am who I am
Don't pour me a drink, I smoke by the gram
You smoke for the Gram
f** a like, I'm tryna be as high as a kite
Jayes the last thing that you see 'fore you see that light
I foresee my life, future looking hella bright
Wave Gods cook it hella right
I never f**ed with white
I haven't got my hands on that dirty sprite
Enough about the d**
You walk up in the room looked down on like a bug
If you hate on me just give my dick a rub
Aye don't use no glove
I wrote the formula so you know I'm coming for mula
Didn't mean to fool ya
I cut you up and stuff you in my cooler
Couldn't measure my importance with a ruler
Say a toast, roast this blunt, hallelujah
[Hook: Shnewz]
Show me that sh** you roll
My sh** be better
Show me that sh** you hold
My sh** be fatter
Show me that sh** you smoke
Mine be more potent
b**h I swear you broke
Cuz we smoking golden
Smoking golden
[Verse 2: Shnewz]
Rolling up a doob, next to a noob
Not even ready what my sh** will do
It'll probably turn your brain to soup
You probably have cool things on loop
You probably think you're in my group
I toy with you make you jump through hoops
Come at me, bring your troops
Or retreat, chicken coops
You all be acting like some fools
Let me rip this beat, I'll bring all of my f**ing sharpest tools
Let's start buck and need no rules
Diamonds play but I don't need no j**els
Pa** it to here and stay in school
Wave Gods here so its stay in pools
No really, just be careful when against Waves
We tear your sh** apart and remembered by our names
Going worldwide with the sickness like a plague
Preaching all these verses now we rolling up the pages
Word to homie Jayes we just blazed that haze
Every year like all the days
f** what people say we serving up a tray
Of that Au so homie come check that ma**ive weight
Burn it down with all my mates
Getting baked with all the greats