Code Green

[Intro] YEAH! Roll up the fog machines! Nah wait— that’s just me. Smoke so thick you need night vision in here. Chadillac Rolls, baby. [Chorus] Code green in the club, smoke risin’ like a flame Pounds on the table, got the fire marshal sayin’ “Daaamn…” Fruity drinks spill while the girls go insane Throwin’ cash in the air, can’t even see my chain VIP lookin’ like a forest in July Rollin’ up fast, I ain’t even gotta try Bouncers chokin’, DJs high, bottles lit Weed so loud, they thought the place got hit [Verse 1] Walked in smellin’ like a hundred pre-rolls Pounds in my duffel, yeah we breakin’ club code Girls on the couches, drinks in the air And the blunt lookin’ longer than her Brazilian hair Tropic kush, mango haze in the mix Even bartenders got red eyes and the itch Got ten bags on me, all gas, no booth I don’t pass blunts — I just spark and poof Bass so loud, got the walls sweatin’ Smoke detector blinkin’, but we ain’t stressin’ Someone call the fire chief — tell him bring wraps We gon’ turn this club into a hotbox trap [Chorus] Code green in the club, smoke risin’ like a flame Pounds on the table, got the fire marshal sayin’ “Daaamn…” Fruity drinks spill while the girls go insane Throwin’ cash in the air, can’t even see my chain VIP lookin’ like a forest in July Rollin’ up fast, I ain’t even gotta try Bouncers chokin’, DJs high, bottles lit Weed so loud, they thought the place got hit [Verse 2] Girls dancin’ in bikinis with the blunts in they mouth Twerkin’ in a cloud while the security bounce Got stacks on stacks, yeah the table full glowin’ Bottles got sparklers, joints keep rollin’ That cherry gelato, pineapple pop Even the DJ yellin’ “Somebody make it stop!” But we don’t stop — nah, we go harder Blowin’ big smoke like we broke the charter Got backup weed in the club’s ice bucket Passed it to the bartender, said “Here, f*ck it” Whole club lit, we ain’t playin’ it clean Now everybody dancin’ in a Sativa dream [Bridge] Marshals came in, masks on, sayin’ “evacuate” Then he caught a whiff and said, “Wait… this shit great.” Put his clipboard down, took a hit, started vibin’ Now he in the DJ booth yellin’ “WE SURVIVIN’!” Smoke so dense you could slice it with a card This ain’t a fire — this a five-star yard [Final Chorus) Code green in the club, smoke risin’ like a flame Pounds on the table, got the fire marshal sayin’ “Daaamn…” Fruity drinks spill while the girls go insane Throwin’ cash in the air, can’t even see my chain VIP lookin’ like a forest in July Rollin’ up fast, I ain’t even gotta try Whole room baked and the crowd still lit If you ain’t high yet, then you ain’t in this [Outro] Code green… Roll another. Code green… Fire? Nah, that’s just flavor. Chadillac in the buildin’ — and it’s smoky as hell.