Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?

Molly mixed up with them Xannies
I eat 'em like candy guess who?
Shit got me cranky
Resemblance to Jesus uncanny guess who?
I'm in the alley
Just smoking a fatty of dope guess who?
Now I'm in the valley gettin' my
Dick sucked by a hoe guess who?
You know how that go
I'm from the land of the low lives
Rather just die and have no life
Scrappin' up scraps just to get by
Beggin' on corners to get high
Poppin' on somas, I'm too
Fried, bitches wan' fuck, but I'm too tired
We run from the cops, keep your shoes tied
Got that nine on me, bitch
Don't you even try

Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?

Slow ridin' with the windows up
That's the way I like the strut
Slow ridin' when the temp' goes up
That's the way I like to fuck
Smoke a fuckin' whole blunt
Then ash in the nut
Bitch, I'll roll another up
What you want lil' slut?
Hoe, they call me Yung Mutt
Dead pimp with that ruby wrist
I'm ducking in the cut
Don't show my face when I'm in public
I love to tag a toe and
Steal a motherfucker's plug and dip
And then I purchase every
Single motherfucking drug
And flip 'em for a triple profit
Triple six until I'm covered up with
Bugs up in my fucking coffin

Smokin' on finest shit guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit guess who?

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux