[Intro] (Chords: Gm - Cm) [Sound Effect: Screeching car tires, heavy airhorn blast] [Bass drop, heavy 808 intro] Yo, look who just rolled up in the rusted-out hatchback. Selling that absolute dynamic disaster. Man a come with the brown paper bag again? Allow it! [Wheel up, record scratch] Hold on, hold on, check the gear! [Verse 1, Rapid-fire double-time flow] He pulled out his plastic bag and our collective patience Selling us a pocketful of backyard vegetation Busted brown bricks, lookin' like a bird nest Smellin' like a basement, put it to the burn test Yo weed so dry, it don't even need a grinder Rub it in your hands, turn to sand, where's the lighter? Yo weed so weak, I took a puff and got sober Subtracted my high, now the vibe is all over Yo weed so old, it was rolled in the nineties Wrapped in a receipt that your granddad could find me He sold us a dream and a bag full of stems While he's counting up his pennies, we are clowning all his gems! [Chorus, Melodic Singjay hook, Heavy bass stomp] Yo weed so trash, man a call it oregano! Yo weed so dry, it turn to dust when the wind a blow! Every time you pull up, man a laugh and a jeer Worst dealer in the town, get your gear out of here! Yo weed so weak, the caterpillar sent it back! More seeds than a watermelon inside the pack! [Verse 2, Syncopated bounce flow] [Flow Notes: Heavy internal assonance, mocking tone] Listen, man a shotta but your product is a tragedy Saddening the block with this mid-grade anatomy Yo weed got so many seeds inside the center I planted one small nug, now I'm a farming inventor A whole botanical garden of pure disappointment Need to rub the smoke on my chest like an ointment Yo weed so light, it float away from the scale The bag weighs more than the leaves you retail You try to sell us trees but you're barking up the wrong tree This ain't no exotic, this is straight up from a palm tree Yo weed so stepped on, it got sneaker prints on it Put a dynamic hex and a curse and a jinx on it! [Chorus, Melodic Singjay hook, Heavy bass stomp] Yo weed so trash, man a call it oregano! Yo weed so dry, it turn to dust when the wind a blow! Every time you pull up, man a laugh and a jeer Worst dealer in the town, get your gear out of here! Yo weed so weak, the caterpillar sent it back! More seeds than a watermelon inside the pack! [Outro, Spoken refrain with heavy ad-libs] [Sirens fade in] Nah man, take that lawn clipping back to the whip. [Airhorns] Yo weed so bad, the cops pulled him over, smelled it, and just gave him a ticket for littering! [Laughter] Wheel it up! Keep the bags, man a rollin' up nothing tonight. [Heavy bass outro fades out] [End]
