Marijuana, Marijuana, fuck
Twenty pounds in the trunk
Momma been growin' that skunk
Green room looks like a warzone
Dirty water drips from the hydro pumps
Daddy got me sweepin' leaves
Makin' tea, brownies, cookies,
Grow it pack it then deploy
Summertime job, come get employed
Duckin' in the police boy
Can't get caught by the Rosco
So we stuffin' this green like a taco
Feelin' like we hit a brick lotto
Putting dents in the street like a pot hole
We pot hold, in the backwoods
Two tone box Chevy with the black hood
Seats come out all packed up
P's for the 18 like a Mac truck
Sawed off layin' flat on the sofa
They'll twist that lid like a soda
Uncle Critter putting plugs on the motor
We gotta get to Tennessee no holdups
We ain't getting rich bitch
Crowbar sits in the carjack
Fill the gas tank up with a fun pack
Son I don't wanna see you til' you come back
If you get caught, you know where the money's at
Throwing loose rocks on a dirt road
Police on your throat like a chokehold
Rollin' through town with a boatload
I'm feelin' like a trailer park mogul
Sweat can't roll down the windows
'Cause the doors jammed up with the elbows
I think I see cops, I can't tell though
If I ride too close, they'll smell dope
My phone blowin' up, I promise
They waitin' on the package from the runner
I made enough just for the summer
WRITERS
DUANE STEPHENSON, KEMAR RICARDO MCGREGOR, PAUL CROSSDALE, TADS DAWKINS, LAMONT SAVORY, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, WILLIAM WASHINGTON