[Verse 1 - Feltz]

I'm Always strapped, Always got my zoot
Muddafucker getting high in the coupe
Smelling like the Joop
I'm telling you the truth
This is how we do
Smoking joints the size of snooker cues

[Feltz Talking]

Huuuh
You know were smoking all day
Ok
SWED
SWIR

[Verse 2 - Feltz]

Big joint like my middle finger
We let the weed smoke behind us linger
Were from the green town like we're the grincher
That blue cheese is a stinker
Ok man i'm getting faded
The DJ's got me on their playlist
I'm waiting for thе day i make it
Pussy, Money, Weed, Sorry i had to say it
Cos that therе I crave it
Man i'm on my brave shit
Had a beard until i shaved it
Man i'm smoking on the great shit
Getting fucking lean
See me with my team
Getting in that cream
Don't fuck with my dreams
Maybach by the time i'm thrity
I gotta keep it dirty
Haters want to hurt me
Voodoo yeah they want to curse me
03 they called me Murky
Then i switched it up to Feltz
But the bitches call me F3LTZYY
Now i'm sending you to hell
So you better not push my bell
Cos i'll get done for battery, Duracell
Dressed in red like Royal Mail
You've been framed, You're just a fail
If you're a Rat, I'll cut off your tail
I always ball, Gareth Bale
With a hot girl, getting foul
She's a ten, On my scale, Wow
My flows going in
I'm sorry God if I sin
Get me shots you might get drinked
That hot redbone pussy pink
See my dick it's going in
After that there, Ping, Ping, Ping
Go get a trim, trim, trim
Leave her with a grin, grin, grin
Smoking on a fat head
Sitting up man my back dead
Tryna get that rap cred
Whilst i'm cutting down 36 Zeds
Cos i'm all about the dolla
Gotta get them pounds, with the comma's
With a white bitch, I called her Donna
She took the dizz, she was a goner
I'm smoking weed and it's a pong-ah
See me in the sky like a shooting star
Charging up on a bar
Cos i gotta make it far
Cos i'mma live my vision
Don't fuck about with my mission
If you hate then you still listen
I get them packages like it's Christmas
Then we flood the block
Time is money, reset the clock
Always got food, the lines never off
You want the bits, a Q or a box?
My runners bussing them shots
All of us in SWIR tops
Now I bet the feds want to stop
Me to find the crop
I don't talk they just get air
No comment, I don't care
In a tight circle getting rid of squares
And I can be your nightmare
So if I was you just stay in
Or we'll have your fam praying
You know that we're caking
In the trap lab dawg we're baking