I Got Brown, I Got Weed

[Intro]

You got brown, you got weed

You got brown and weed

You got brown, you got weed

You got brown and weed

[Chorus: Giggs]

I got brown (You got brown)

I got weed (You got weed)

You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)

I got brown (You got brown)

I got weed (You got weed)

You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)

[Verse 1: ?]

We got white, we got beef

We got sniff, and we got [?]

I need my life at ease, I need to make the P's

I need the P's to make my family eat

My family tree, down from me

We get the money, and I know they down for me

Even though I hustle, I know that they're proud of me

It's not the legal way

Might need the legal aid

But right now, selling food the way, it's got to stay

And I've got that ye

It's just a phone call

I know about grinding, I was selling phones too

Watch who phones you and, watch who phones you

And watch who you go too

Feds will want you tazed and

Rather have you laying in your grave and

Phone calls get tapped

So watch what you stay

Feds will watch where you stay, switch your spot everyday

Don't get clocked with a cap

Cover all your tracks, and make sure you stack

[Chorus: Giggs]

I got brown (You got brown)

I got weed (You got weed)

You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)

I got brown (You got brown)

I got weed (You got weed, Spare)

You can holla at me (You got brown and weed, listen, hustlers)

[Verse 2: Giggs]

I got brown (You got-, brown), I got weed (Weed)

I got coke (Coke), any substance that you know (You know)

I want P's, I can't handle being broke (Broke)

Yeah that's me

Make 'em know, fucking about

You got the food?

I get the P's and I quickerly bounce

No mugging about

I can get you what you need

What feet? I can get it by 50 an ounce (Woo)

I cut keys with foster

Alright, issue right, [?] leave with doctor (Doctor)

Niggas don't want to see me prosper

Only time that that happens is when they're eating off ya (Eating off ya)

I can feel the hate

I can see the snakes

Creepin', tryna infiltrate

You don't wanna let them feast away

Be easy mate

Your teasing fate

These niggas are bussing their brains

Tryna figure out the P's I make (Come on)

'Cause I'm eating cake

Fuck around with my shit, I'll have you ducking shots you won't even see me take

Woo

I had to pause for a second, I needed a break

Had to switch up the hustle, and meddle with base

Get the scales out just so I can level the weigh (Jheez)

Steady hustlin' them boulders boy (Boy)

If you need a picture, you can get that instant

Sorta like a polaroid (Polaroid)

Holla for the [?] ten minutes later, you'll be overjoyed (Overjoyed)

The feds are over honest so I'm overnoyed (Overnoyed)

[Chorus: Giggs, Joe Grind]

I got brown (You got brown)

I got weed (You got weed)

You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)

I got brown (You got brown)

I got weed (You got weed)

You can holla at me (You got brown and weed, Joey, Grind)

[Verse 3: Joe Grind]

(You got brow-) Look, look

[?] in the white, [?] in the brown [?], [?] in the [?]

'Cause I had the good greens (Good greens)

Or ever had niggas in the ends buying 10s, and the cats call

I really can't stand fiends

From light to night, from night to light

From rain to snow

Back to the sun, I'm grinding (I'm grinding)

I keep my back to the wall, on guard, stay cool

'Cause I'm slip and sliding

I'm still on the grind

So I love a punch, yeah?

'Cause it's still on the grind, they ain't love Joe

I'm picking up 9's, weighing 2 grams 10s

4 gram mixing in with 28 O's (Straight)

5 19, [?], you know how many buy?

Don't worry, cah the green needs folding

If you ask for a bell, the anwer's no 'cause I'm not having you owe me (No)

My paper stacks slowly (Slow)

[?] low boy

Don't leave my things 'round my yard incase it gets raided

Fuck it, I'm paranoid (Paranoid)

But I'd rather get my door kicked off

With my paranoid safety than going in jail (Going in jail)

To getting my door kicked off and my crew gets me a couple years in jail

So I stay on the road like cars

[?] invest in the one on roads

Feds come and dash that green, and as for [?]

I say I just cash my gyro

How they gonna say no?

If the popo don't find the popo can, they nick me? No (Nah)

Might [?] from now

Cah I swear down blud them feds ain't catching Joe (Never)

[Chorus]

You got brown, you got weed

You got brown and weed

You got brown, you got weed

You got brown and weed

You got bro-