[Intro: Eddy Baker]
Yeah
Alright
(Clears throat) yeah
Little bitch

[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
I would do you harm
If you try to run up
I hustle when the sun down
I hustle when the sun up
I'm wrapping up a onion
Got o's like some funions
Serve you while I sun ya
Bitch I am a runna'
(Ruh Ruh Ruh Ruh)
N***as that's my grunna
Squad like [?] when they come to hunt ya
Smoking DJ Mustard's
Big fat blunts brah
My girls be Kama Sutra
I met her at the Hooter's
Smacking on her ass her madubla-oblemguddah
I'm touching hella cake
Eddy Baker stacking moolah
Was trapping outta state
Now we Cali living cooler
And these n***as wanna hate cause I stay copping new shoes brah
Healthy Boyz little bitch
We got plugs way out in Cuba
Bitch I stay with a rent and some grams up in the cooler
I'm Rick James in this bitch smack a n***a
Smack a n***a off a two blunts
Know it's baked in this bitch but I left out with a cougar
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]

[Verse 2: Chilly Sosa]
Moving keys, Smoking trees
Foreign bitch from Italy
Ever since the rapping bitches act like they just into me
Groupie bitches after shows drinking cum like hennesey
Lean with the sprite that's a real n***a remedy
They asked me what I'm thinkin' green flag flag hanging
If the choppers get to bustin' have ya dancing and charadin'
Kurt Cobain up in my liquor
John Lennon in my swisher
Feeling like a fucking Beatle how this bitches wanna kick it
I ain't even drop a tape and all you bitches throwing pussy
Healthy Boyz is the mafia don't play us like we pussy
Balling in the game these n***as mad cause they are rookie
Ever since the buzz these n***as hate they pure pussy
I don't sneak diss or rap beef that's weak shit
I'd rather fuck hoes
Smoke blunts that freak shit
Thumb all in her coochie cause I'm on that creep shit
Money over bitches now that dolla on my pimpin'
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]