[Intro: Lofty305]
Bitch, watch me do my thing
Hashish and [?]
On my brain, how I'mma flip this coke, sell this ’caine
And you know what it do, let us pop a champagne bottle for the Zu
And if you a trick then I ain't got no clue 'bout what my crew had came through to do

[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Yeah I’m reekin' of crip
Trappin' all these hoes in pursuit of the grip
And this O.E. in the brown bag that I sip is as cold as my soul, smokin' buds in this bitch
If, you emanate hate just wait
'Till the real n***a clean the slate
Permanently, blowin' in the dusk
Higher than a motherfucker, I don't give a fuck ('chyea)

[Verse 2: Lofty305]
Basehead cap on, yeah a n***a strap on
Mushroom caps, I’m just trying to relax, dawg
Lofty305, doin’ shrooms, gettin' high
Lofy305, gettin’ real high, yeah a n***a real high yeah
And the way I do my thing so lowkey
Broke hoes, I avoid 'em like the police
No trees, but best believe a n***a got hash
And I be focused on the future, not past
Got [?] on deck like a bakery
Sorta like fuel when a n***a make beats
Fuck n***a talkin' shit, and he eight deep
I ain't worried, everybody gettin’ two each ('chyea)