[Intro] Why don't you just give me the bag? Give you the bag? Sir, would you mind telling me what's going on here? Chrissy, I'll handle this Fellas, you seem to want this bag pretty bad [Verse 1] Pink lemonade shoes roll raspberry blunts While you out here gettin' stressed bet I'm home gettin' buck Side up when we buck, SESH never gave a f** Holdin' out both hands but you'll never get a buck When your album gon' flop they gon' say it's dumb luck Ain't nobody wanna own up to the fact that sh** s** Begone little men, begone little boys Ain't no place for wannabes, this the level with the noise Sidewalk talk, it's the avenue thought No crease in my jeans, no wallet, no watch Place in the trees, breeze blowin' to the east Inhale what I got then I disappear with ease My legs get weak when the Backwoods cheap Two hearts in my eyes, smile cheek to f**in' cheek Fruits on the trees, bag of flax seed Juice on the ground, spitting pits in the weeds