GangGreenGang - My Level Lyrics

Smokn' on that chronic
Smoke that strong everyday
If she tryna' hit the blunt
I tell that bitch no way

Getting high in the sky
Got choppers, we okay
Got my boys with me bitch
Ain't stressing bout a thing

Hit the Gucci store one time, got banz on my waste
Them bitches drop they bodies when they hear the 808's
I hear he kinda salty cause i took his bitch away
Rising out the trenches going hard making plays

Bustn' on the motha f*ckers, macaroni spray
Swervn' past these motha f*ckers we gonna win the race
Talkn' shit lil bitch, ill take your body to that place
Burn the hole f*ckn' seen, and leave you with no trace

Smokn' on some shit that makes me go to outer-space
Never gonna catch me slackn', i beatn' every case
F*ckn' with the GangGreenGang, get maggots in your face
Bitch just look inside my eyes, ill take you to 3rd base

Trippn' on the psychedelics, smokn' purple haze
Smokn' blunts of ganja i'm f*cked up on that cocaine
If she ask me for a line, i give that bitch a taste
Drinkn' on that alcohol cant let it go to waste

Is it really possible, is it really possible
I finally hit my level, i finally hit my level
Take a step back, smoke another sack
Give your bitch a heart attack when she hear me on the track

These pussy mother f*ckers hating they should probably go
Her panties dripping wet when my voice hit the flow
Im coppn' so much shit, stack my money watch it grow
Cruzzn' through your town catch me at the f*cking show

I hit that, told you boys get back
I lit that, pull it off the gun rack
Smokn' thick sacks, got that loud pack
Everybody tryna' hit it man i tell'um f*ck that

I aint listening to what nobody tells me
Not even if they on they knees begging please
Spending all my time cultivating these trees
Hit me up for sour, rollin up swisher sweets

Smokn' on that chronic
Smoke that strong everyday
If she trynna hit the blunt
I tell that bitch no way

Getting high in the sky
Got choppers, we okay
Got my boys with me bitch
Ain't stressing bout a thing

Hit the Gucci store one time, got banz on my waste
Them bitches drop they bodies when they hear the 808's
I hear he kinda salty cause i took his bitch away
Rising out the trenches going hard making plays