[Intro: Armel]
A&R, all you labels
I like this, running out of time
We don't smoke stress, only if homey ain't got no flow

[Armel]
Twenty blunts in a circle, about to get sparked
Haze, the arrow, roll the dark
The first one lit, just when the session start
Some blunts smoke well, others fall apart
But why I'm out of Phillies, Dutch, Wood
Drop another twenty, and a nigga's all good
Me pass out, oh, fox is so wrong
Teach you how to smoke like one to grow on
A little hash, so the L can prolong
I hope ya'll high to the words in this song

[Chorus: Armel]
And we don't smoke stress, only if homey ain't got no 'dro
Three, pull, pass, let it go
Three, pull, pass, let it go

[Sharecka]
Think we playing? Nah we ain't
Roll up Tahoe, chrome body paint
Push a big dog, getting money if I spit tongue
Freestyle, none of this written, the shit's on
Bet a nigga turn famous after this song
All of the haters, my anus, put your lips on
Could be that I got my swagger back
You wack, brbrbrbrbr, battle that
Cuz, I ain't got no time to be wasting on amateurs
Still living home with your mommy and doing chores
Cyborgs, we killed the thugs, muthafuck the love
Cuz we only fuck with us, DVD, only fuck with us
If he fucks with my team, better believe, the gun's go bust

[Chorus]

[Link VI]
Smoke in my mouth, yes it taste good
Especially sour diesel rolled up in backwood
Didn't put nothing in this, your lungs will get dirty
Yo, I got five son, chill, how bout thirty, but
Here's a piece, take a walk, and don't talk
Police on the streets like people Boardwalk
Build the wood real fast, I got a twenty a hash
And sour diesel that's the color of cash
Take my pulls and past, to the last
And hurry the fuck up and past that shit back

[Chorus]

[Outro: Armel]
Haha, A&R shit, muthafuckas
Yo, pass the weed, pass the weed, Link VI