[Spoken Intro: Kevin Abstract]

Smoking like five, six blunts in this bitch

My nigga Jon rollin' up, smoking heavy

Shout my nigga Jabari



[Intro: Kevin Abstract]

I ain't been the same since my Grandma passed

Damn, damn

Ma ain't been the same since my Grandma passed

Damn, damn

She don't smoke weed to get high

Damn, damn

She only smoke dope 'cause her friends do it

Damn, damn



[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

She don't give a f**k about no homework

She gone pop that pussy but give me dome first

She pretend she love me until her throat hurt

We gone need some rubbers and some more work

We be screaming like our TV don't work

Her Mama say to leave me 'fore she disown her

I don't blame her either took her from the church

Now watch me burn it down while I soul search



[Hook: Kevin Abstract]

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down

Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down

We be getting high

Acting like we ain't got problems

We be getting high

Acting like we ain't got problems

We be getting high

Acting like we ain't got problems

We be getting high, we be getting high, oh



[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]

She only call me when she wanting to get high

Roll that weed, push them needles, slide them panties to the side

Off that shit we gone f**k through the night

Tight white skin just the right fit for the night

Take another sip if you'd like

Another mothaf**king bong rip if you like

You ain't going home for the night

Put you in that seat to the right

Coming home with me for the night

And ima get you high

Take you places you ain't been

And never have to leave this spot

Melt here right here in the sky

And I can make it rain and watch it wash them sins away

So tell me, do you really feel lonely?

Waking up cold you be calling out to hold me

To make you feel whole just not so alone

Never let you go

And we never coming down

And you ain't got no home

So we ain't got no problems

If all we need is drugs then all you gotta do is call me

If all we need is love then why is hate is what surround me

Swallow all these down and let these problems melt and drown me

Just drown me, just drown me



[Hook: Kevin Abstract]

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down

Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down

We be getting high

Acting like we ain't got problems

We be getting high

Acting like we ain't got problems

We be getting high

Acting like we ain't got problems

We be getting high, we be getting high, oh



[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

She done flipped the pharmaceuticals

All I wanna know is where you go

Powder shower, down on you

Know you sour, no sweets from you

Baby gone f**k till the night finish

She gone suck till the life in it

She probably gone bite till the blood hit it

Got some polaroid nudes put a knife in em

You a bad girl, bad habit

Bad girl, good finish

Bad girl, go get it

Read a bad girl like book, what?

She throw it, throw it back like a hook, what?

See I don't wanna tell em who I love no

She gonna hit me like a plug woah

All we gon do is f**k on the floor



[Bridge 1: Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract, Joba]

Bad girl, no

Bad girl, no

She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah

She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah

She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah

She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah

She's a bad, bad girl, woah, woah-oh

She's a bad, bad girl, oh, oh, oh, woah



[Interlude: Poofie]

Bitch came through, you know what I'm saying?

She was bad as shit, she was bad as shit, man, I'm telling you, man

I'm telling you, yo

She had that nice ass on her and shit

But listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

Listen, listen

Yo, yo, yo, tell me, tell, listen, listen

If she got that thing man I swear I think she got that jungle fever



[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]

Then I'm Tarzan, homie

If she bleeding, target

Yeah I dropped my standards

My teachers aren't

Tryna flunk me down

They tryna hold me back

f**k Kenan & Kel, man I ain't with All That

No I ain't fight this hard

Since my Daddy put em up

I was hitting them trees in his big red truck

Came a long way from havin my shirt tucked

And I still don't give a f**k

And I still don't give, uh, no I don't

Duct tape on my jeans let it show

I'm a f**k up, let 'em know

I'm sorry Mama

Last time I cried was for my Grandmama

Could smell her like the flowers

Africana summer