[Intro: Petey Weedey]
Uh
Uh, swag, swag, swag, swag
Uh, swag, swag, swag, swag

[Verse 1: Petey Weedey]
Sittin' in this booth, tryna think of something to spit
Man, it's dark as fuck in this bitch
Swaggin' wit' my dick out, sippin' lean
Bitches like to suck my dick 'cause it tastes like promethazine, uh
N***a stuntin', blowin' stacks on the weekend
Not a givin' a fuckin'-, uh
Fuckin' mad ho's
N***as don't even know
Shit you never seen
I got it in my pocket, pocket full a-, pocket full of green
That green (Swag, swag, swag, swag)
Smokin' mad trees, wit' the homies
Petey Weedy, my n***a Ruben Slikk
(You know that's the man) Puttin' it down, real shit

[Interlude: Petey Weedey & Ruben Slikk]
N***a, we just swaggin'
We got that MIA-yo, 305
All day, you already know
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag
Whoa, whoa, uh, whoa
Codeine, codeine
Yes, lean
Candy, candy, xanny
Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah
Woo-woo-woo
Chyeah, what, what
A n***a bout change
'Cause a n***a lookin' like a [?]
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Double cup of lean, Cambodian eyes
Wit' a bunch of bad bitches on my side
I ain't never trippin' 'cause we always high
Naked bitches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi
Double cup of lean, Cambodian eyes
Wit' a bunch of bad bitches on my side
I ain't never trippin' 'cause we all gettin' high
Naked bitches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi

[Verse 2: Petey Weedey]
Chillin' in the pad wit' a couple bad bitches
Know they rollin' up 'cause we know we tokin' up
We don't give a feel 'cause we poppin' mad pills
And we standin' really chill and we chillin' at the crib
Hit the bong, make a couple beats
Rip the fuckin' thongs off the bitches and we stick inside the clit
Suckin' on the dick like there's no tomorrow
I need that bitch cryin' wit' her pussy sore wit' sorrow
I don't give a motherfuck 'cause I'm smokin' on my kush
Raw king size, the bitch better shave her bush
She fuckin' rollin' while I'm still asleep
I'm fuckin' eatin' breakfast and I'm makin' fuckin' [?]
I don't give a fuck, I'm fuckin' rollin' balls
I'm fuckin' feelin' good, think I'm like Biggie Smalls
I got the big dick, she got the nice lips
I put 'em together, DSL, bitch
I don't give a motherfuck, I'm feelin' fuckin' good
I'm a pretty bitch, all the bitches on my wood
Chillin' in my car
Smokin' on this joint, now I'm feelin' like I'm flyin' in the stars
I don't fuckin' care 'cause I got mad bitches
Got mad riches, I don't give a fuck
I grab a couple racks and I stuck 'em in my Louie bag
Off to the store and I'm feelin' fine
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Double cup of lean, Cambodian eyes
Wit' a bunch of bad bitches on my side
I ain't never trippin' 'cause we always high
Naked bitches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi
Double cup of lean, Cambodian eyes
Wit' a bunch of bad bitches on my side
I ain't never trippin' 'cause we all gettin' high
Naked bitches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Double cup of lean, Cambodian eyes
Wit' a bunch of bad bitches on my side
I ain't never trippin' 'cause we always high
Naked bitches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi
Double cup of lean, Cambodian eyes
Wit' a bunch of bad bitches on my side
I ain't never trippin' 'cause we all gettin' high
Naked bitches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi