Creeping up, I'm scoping out my motherfuckin' ground Smoking out, now I fill my mouth My nigga Rob here don't feel that sound If I gotta roll up to your house, talking 'bout you smoking O's and slangin' ounce We kill your lick and kick your shit, you know it's going down Smokin' on hay, every motherfucking day, you know where the fuck I stay ok All day, we kill for lust On the hunt, you best be giving it up I hit that junt and smoke that blunt, I don't give a fuck Ain't no love upon the clique and when I'm ripping through your cut You don't know about me mane, I'm a burn and do my thang If a busta motherfucker talkin' then you're burning flames Run yo mouth, you know we high Only deep inside my plot If you talkin' all that ana, then I'll just meet you at the river spot