[Verse 1] Haze a little cloudy, a little foggy Paper stuck together, a little soggy Duffle bag a little loud, turn it down, aight? Keep it hush, all this weed money 'round Boys from the town in the parking lot In the Bapes and the BBC and the Carhartt Twistin' up, bumpin' Carti, same ol' song "Yo, I'm 'bout to be the plug, 'bout to put my city on" Homie still gassin' like a baddie And she still badder than the caddy that she crashin' 'Member I was wylin' out, runnin' 'round In and out, smokin' weed, drinkin' lean with a baddie in the south [Verse 2] Now I'm in a mansion, white T, dirty vans, old Adidas pants and a can of green tea Kush on me like a fitted Weed in the air, whole city could smell it And all the women that you seen in the magazines With the collagen and the tummy tucks and the tramp stamps They at the crib with the kitchenware and the suntan I told 'em, "Do it for the vine" and they gone, man [Verse 3] Keep it funky, still in the trenches with my homies New Louie sweater, I ain't wearin' for no ho, B 'Member they was frontin', "This a dream" Told me I would never get this money from this weed She was pretty and she had a pair of D's And she only hit me up when she lookin' for the tree "Whatchu smokin'? Ooh, you trippin', B" And she hit me with the emoji [Verse 4] 'Member I was young and I had to get it on my own Young entrepreneur, business on the phone I was just a young'n tryin' to get it for the low And them OG's from my neighborhood know 'Member I was young and I had to get it on my own Young entrepreneur, business on the phone I was just a young'n tryin' to get it for the low And them OG's from my neighborhood know
