(eLs3vn)
Yo its Mr. Hybrid...Flight got my eyes red
feeling like I'm floating out my mind, that's what I said
I ain't bout to beg for you to listen to my soundcloud but
I'm trying to get my sounds out to the out-crowd or
into the in-crowd, Bout to light some dank loud and play with instrumentals cuz nobody came to hang out
Don't bring the rover over that ain't in my price range
I'm looking for some wheels I could buy with some nice change
So...I traded bus fare for a RAD[io] FLY[er]
Now these niggas mad at how I injured up their plans right?
Now I am the bad guy...Dastardly and Muttley shit
Super chilin illin civilians can't get enough of it
Boxer clutch, fuckin up the game with upper cuts and shit
Break it down, light it, roll it, take a couple puffs of it
Dope raps, dub sacks, this is what I'm fuckin with
Andwestillgotmoreweed you could never have too much of it

(HOOK-EVERYBODY)
AND WE STILL GOT MORE WEED

(King)
At assembly rolling blunts won't you sit with me
Can't look into my eyes and tell me why you're not as high as me
I watch the days go by as I grind on my sesame street
lookin at my past like its nasty, but my future's neat
And its bright as well...can't you tell?
Nice guys finish last so I'm bad as hell
Weed got a nigga coughin like its gas in hear
Don't roll the window down stupid let it stay in the air
Til my eyes start to burn and I can't see in here
Cotton mouth like a mother, shoot that water right there
Let me sip, to quench my thirst,
is it worth it? hell yeah God put weed on this earth,
and so we smoke...

AND WE STILL GOT MORE WEED

(Daytona)
I burn...
Mounds of green and get big head, nigga
Burn buds like big red nigga,
My scraps will give you clout so come and get fed, nigga
And we beat back weak drive like "get big, nigga!"
I walk it talk it, bout this life all day
Burn a bowl then grab the steering wheel, I'm over and out
I'm over her mouth like sailors, or was it sea men? so shut it
Don't wanna hear your opinions bout my minions and them fucking up
interrupting biting rappers like a fire uppercut
From Ken my niggas goin in so tell the game to pucker up
We're blowing up and bustin holes, with bullet caps, we on a roll
Rolling more skywalker than reruns of "Attack of the Clones"
Attacking weak rappers hope you brought baggage to make it home
Spazzing like raptors feasting on swagger and weed cologne
Fresh like McJagger and Axe believe that my weed is strong
Wrapped around lungs like asthma but active and breathing grown
-Daytona

AND WE STILL GOT MORE WEED