We in the Hummer, brain banging in the sky as if we be the drummer
Eskoo's not smelling essence here, we looking stunner
No nature take it's course to bake the weed, the grabber
Strolling in the street under some high grades
Strolling in the street under some high grades
Controlling all the beats under some high mate
Till we smoking up, until we smoking up
Inna di high grade, bidda, bidda, bidda, bidda, bidda, bidda
Inna di high grade, bidda, bidda, bidda