[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