(Chorus – Eric Bellinger)
Getting high, chilling with my bros
And you know I got a gang of pre rolls
Getting high, blazing with the bros
Talking bout these hoes
Getting high, chilling with my bros
And you know I got a gang of pre rolls
Getting high, blazing with the bros
Tryna dodge these hoes
(Verse 1 – Eric Bellinger)
I know these bi**hes is checking for me
I know that they do whatever for me
I know I look good and I got a nice ride
And I stay in my back cause I got my own vibe
And I know that they don’t get a chance from you
She told me, eazy, I got plans for you
I know she look good and she got a fat a$$
She just my type, normally I’d smash
But tonight I’m just
(Chorus – Eric Bellinger)
Getting high, chilling with my bros
And you know I got a gang of pre rolls
Getting high, blazing with the bros
Talking bout these hoes
Getting high, chilling with my bros
And you know I got a gang of pre rolls
Getting high, blazing with the bros
Tryna dodge these hoes
It’s Eazy
(Verse 2 – The Game)
Uh, the Ace is gone
Weed smoke in the air, my face is gone
Petite felit, yeah my face is on
Can’t none of y’all face the don, Jay-Z on
No mask, glow in the dark bottles
No glass, walk past my section, you trespass
Murder the club, told tag
Balenciagas, killing ni**as, .44 mag
The body bag crew, coming soon to a club near you
Bet your bi**h there too
Bet the a$$ on the a$$, then drag like Betty Boo
Bet I feel like Hov on a run, you ready boo?
Back ties then reagals, black cars medieval
Black guns illegal, be…and fresh
Can we celebrate?
Turn bottle upside down till every chick in our section start to levitate
(Chorus – Eric Bellinger)
Getting high, chilling with my bros
And you know I got a gang of pre rolls
Getting high, blazing with the bros
Talking bout these hoes
Getting high, chilling with my bros
And you know I got a gang of pre rolls
Getting high, blazing with the bros
Tryna dodge these hoes
