Obey The Walrus (feat. Germ)

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the-
Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the-

Bitch, I feel like tungsten, lungs itch from crumbling piff
A dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
I summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell, yeah
I got fungus growing in my stomach
Because I'm chugging wishes from the wishing well
Watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
You will never perfect them
Smoking weed while I'm textin' affections to your ho named Alexis
Added her to my collection, told her: Pull up to the 7th
I got one zip of that dumb shit, but no protection
Now the blunt's lit, she's a punk bitch to my recollection
Pussy like a dungeon, got me mumbling
Now I'm flexing at the function, G*59 we run shit

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the-

Ran up on 'em with the terror squad, I swear to God
Up north, I'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe
My woes with me on that Rambo flow
Kick down the door, we don't knock, we send shots
Touchdown, I got the pack, roll that, sit back, no lack
Trusty burner relax on my lap, I got yo bitch on my dick
Audemars wrist, so slick, drippin' all wet on my shit
I wish a nigga would come claim his bitch, I got flame for that shit
Respect ain't shit, y'all niggas ain't shit, this shit is sickening
Never stopping, DNS the limitless, runnin', rulin', I need infinite
Aw shit, roll my dope, bang hoes with my bros
Roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
(Lil Remains gon' make a stang)
Know we keep the, know we keep the (Lil Remains gon'-)
Know we keep the-

Seven grams in the Raw Cone
Fuckboy, it's my dick you can jump off
Oh lord, just popped me a xan bar
Hold court when I ride with the pistol grip
Talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
Bet Sensei one stack if he smashed it
Woke up in the AM, I heard that he passed it
Migo and Meth and Lil Germ hit her backwards, dat way
Northside Shawty got the forty with the gaudy
Purgatory where I reside, east side of Highway 59
Westside, that M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter I-P-P-I
We don't see time, we don't decline, but we, but we stay high
Shadows under them street lights, keep hoes out of my sight
Germ said he got that potent, Ruby told Meth to roll it
Know we keep the best of green, so you know I'm smokin'

Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the-