I got the duece, trey & the fifth
Got all my shooters & they loading up The clips
Got the black gloves & the black Rubber grip
Got the shotgun and I never ever Miss
Get the fuck up out my grow house
Get the fuck up out my grow house
Get the fuck up out my grow house
Get the fuck up out my grow house
I got the a-r with the bannana clip
For any of yall trying to make my Cameras trip
Super blama make your bandana flip
It's cancerous these culture vulture Panelists
Fuck with my crop
I'm loading the Glock
Right on the spot
Cause they trying to rip it right out The pot
Like it or not
So I'm
Lighting the block
Till the lightning stop
Unravel the scam
Revealing out a frightening plot
Pack them auto power pistols
To protect all them autoflower pistils
You can feel
All the power when it hits you
Turn your killer pitbull into a shitzu
Crazy what a grip do
Burn through your flesh like butter When it rip through
Keep burning like my. blik and my Spliff do
Looking for a quick tool
I can spit through
Im from the streets you can see what This spic do...
Get up out my growhouse like a spider mite
Pushing more watts then a lightning strike
Take a piece of your body like a tyson bite
Hectic rolling with the shotti its a frightening sight
My grow house, you can see it from space
Mary Jane really feeding me grapes
Garden looking like tge Amazon
Cameras on
Cannons armed
Already lit the fuse
Lit the spliff
I really used to smoke bricks of shit
Nick's of piss
I could never tell a lie
I picked growing crops over selling Pies
Felon ties so fly Jeff goldblum
Purple dab, leave you code blue
Green money all love like a slow Tune
Getting stoned in my grow room